Dear Mom,

Every day, something happens that I want to tell you about....
And yet every day it all seems so insignificant....

I sometimes wonder....
Do you remember me, the way I remember you?
Do you think of me when I think of you?

Is love the question or
Is love the answer?

But mom,I should tell you now....
With all questions asked
That are never answered
I just don't know what to do with "I love you"

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