One of my Mother's Day greetings this morning was a poem. I have included it below because it makes me smile, and because I think the idea of the final line is profound.
M is for the nine long months she cared for me as a part of herself.
O is for the very one, because of course that's what she is.
T is for all the time she spent just for me.
H is for all the help she gives me when I need it.
E is that she empties her money box to feed and clothe me.
R is for being ready for what I have to say and do.
When they are together,
they spell something I would not be here without.
The one who touched me first.