A mothers day poem

Today, I say I'm sorry for every time I've let you down, 

every time I've made you frown. 

For every grey hair that I have caused, 

and those I haven't. 

This is time to say thank you for everytime you've been there

and every time I wouldn't let you. 

For every time I needed you and wouldn't ask

and those I did. 

This is for not always knowing when you mean best

and for sometimes thinking you're a pest. 

For knowing how hard it was to raise me

and never taking time to appreciate it. 

This is for those times we'll go without talking

all those times where I'm so mad I can't stand it. 

For knowing that when I'm done being stubborn, 

You'll still love me.