In loving memory of Donna Young

September 3, 2007

I often contemplate my childhood, Mom.

I am a mother now, and so I know hard work is mixed together with the fun;

You learned that when you raised me long ago.

I think of all the things you gave to me;

Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears,

Your heart, your mind, your energy and soul,

All these you spent on me throughout the years.

You loved me with a never-failing love

You gave me strength and sweet security,

And then you did the hardest thing of all.

You let me separate and set me free.

Every day, I try my best to be

A mother like the mom you were to me.