Bottles of wine may run empty
As words would soon be unheard
Foods and festivities may be forgotten
But never will your lifetime gift…
What is done today will be a history tomorrow
Life is a blend of joy and sorrow
Wrinkles may appear, white hairs may grow
But never will fade my gratitude for you…
My deepest thanks to my mother
Your kindness will always be remembered
Gifts can’t suffice as words can’t express
Thank you for making me like this…
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