My time with you is precious
With every beat of my veins.
You both grow so fast
Like weeds above the stone wall.
I wish you love, memories and opportunity
To be the men I know you will become.
My sons are what you are called by some.
My rock and roots are what you have done
To plant my love like an oak.
Hard and strong it will remain
That won’t bend with a typhoon.
Although through time I will get old and wither
My love for you will always get bigger.
It’s time to let you grow now
I hope the world will not smother you.
Just remember sons,
I love you both
Like no other.
Love your mother.
Santa Rita, Guam
INSPIRATIONAL MESSAGE: Time flies but your mom’s love never dies!