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Mother's Day - A Tribute to Mother

Mother's Day has arrived, but my mother passed away more than two years ago, leaving memories that touch my soul. I wrote a poem and shared it with my family group, which touched the hearts of all family members.

My brother's thoughts: Only after losing our mother can we truly understand the meaning of Mother's Day. A simple call to our mother seems so far away; every Mother's Day, we look at our mother and even spend money on her, but we never realize that we never told her it was Mother's Day. Mother's Day is the most sacred tribute of children to their mother. Watching others reunite with their parents, all we can do is give our tearful approval. Will we ever be able to call out to our mother again and make it a permanent luxury?

Mother is so great. I remember a time when someone sent a box of milk to our home, and I was very angry. My mother said, "It's my fault. I'll return it to them." My mother already had rheumatoid arthritis, and her movements were very inconvenient, but she still insisted on returning the gift to the other party. Although I felt sorry for my mother, I admired her for her integrity that would not allow her to violate her principles. Whenever I think of these things, I feel sorry for my mother. I have so many reasons to apologize to her. This reminds me that whenever I'm in a bad mood, I always complain to my mother, as if everything that went wrong was caused by her. My mother always silently endured my anger and venting. Now, how can I express my ignorance and rudeness to my mother? I hope my mother can understand my rudeness.

My mother has been gone for more than two years. Every Mother's Day, I always want to get through these few days quickly and not talk about Mother's Day. As a son, there are too many things I regret to my mother. I never communicated with my mother, suppressed her, and didn't let her explain. Now that I think about it, I really don't know how much suffering my mother endured. My father passed away early, and my mother lost her reliance at home. Thinking back now, my dear mother, you have endured too much. And your unworthy son has shared too little with you. Great mother, great motherly love. You have left infinite regrets with me.

Memories of my mother, one by one, appear before my eyes. Like countless other mothers, she stands tall and sets a benchmark for us as a mother. Mother! We will love you forever.

Alas, the world is cold and cruel. I wonder how much our descendants will remember us in a hundred years, even if it is negative, it will be enough!

My thoughts: Everyone has a mother, and everyone has motherly