Five A.M.

Son → Mom

Mother's Day · Acoustic

Mom, I'm no good at saying this stuff out loud, so just let me get it out. I keep thinking about all those mornings you got up at five in the dark to drive me to my shift before clinicals — coffee in your hand already going cold, never once acting put out about it, even running on no sleep. I don't say thank you near enough, and I really don't say I love you enough. You did so much more than just drive me. You got me here. I see all of it, Mom. I love you.

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