My dearest mother Mary,
I thought about writing you a poem, but it made me nervous to think that I couldn’t write something amazingly special for you. However, you can never go wrong with a letter.
As a kid, I remember dressing up and bringing you flowers. I brought you flowers many times, and I know I did it because my abue taught me to love you. My abue taught me about you, about your love and kindness.
You know that for many years I wasn’t a good daughter. Yet, I know you loved me even more those years. I cry while writing this…I cannot explain it. Maybe because I know how unworthy I am not only of your love, but also of your son’s love.
Remember that I wrote about you a while ago? That was the first time I saw you as my mother. It took me so many years… please forgive me for such a terrible delay!
But today I’m writing you a birthday letter to tell you how much I love you. A letter to let you know how thankful I am to have you in my life. I’m so blessed because I can talk to you anytime I want. I know that you console me when I’m sad, that you hug me every time I say how much I miss my birth mom. I know you love me unconditionally, with a perfect love that can only come from someone as beautiful as you.
My sweet Mary, I love you very much, and I wish you a very happy birthday.
With all my love,