I was looking for lost stuff and found this. It was the right time to find it.

Poem to My Mother
or
The Ruined Fudge

Words cannot express
The depth of my love and gratefulness,
So I picked these flowers and made this fudge,
Whose sweetness in smell and taste
Serve to remind me of your sweet and humble nature.
You have always been there to comfort and encourage me
And to lie about the flavor of my fudge,
Which although it is too sweet and the texture too rough
Always tastes just right to you.
You have never been one to criticize me when I made mistakes
Or to chide me about the hard and sticky nature of my fudge.
You always realized that while my fudge is not perfect,
It is made with love and admiration
For all you've done for me.
You are and always have been and will be
A wonderful example for me.
And even when cracking your tooth
On rock hard fudge,
You do so with a charm and grace only you can pull off.
I love you and will for eternity.

Your daughter,
Alayna