Dear Mama,
Your love flows endlessly, like the Nile toward the ancient seas.
Stalwartly, like ships on their fated journey the the shores of Normandy.
Religiously,
like monks documenting crucial history.
And though neither tides, nor storms, nor time could diminish truths about these three, nor can your love be ever diminished for us three. Thank you for loving us well.
-Your 3 Grateful Children