What a Mother Thinks
I love you so much.
There is no way I can possibly put into words
how proud I am of you.
You’re absolutely beautiful.
Sometimes when our eyes meet,
it’s like gazing into a reflecting pool.
I see in you glimmers of my past.
Do you see in me hints of your future?
You are everything I ever prayed for.
I love you more than you will ever know,
more than you will ever ask.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t give for you,
nothing I wouldn’t do for you.
You are my daughter,
and I will always love you with a love so immense, so eternal…
I could never find a way to squeeze it into words.
by Robin Jones Gunn
I heard this poem on the radio several years ago, and it brought me to tears. Here’s the rebuttal poem, also by Robin Jones Gunn:
What a Daughter Thinks
My mother doesn’t understand me.
She never has,
and she never will.
So funny and so true! This made me laugh out loud.
Well, I used to think like that but now, it’s only sometimes!
I know you love me and I love you and what’s funny is we’re both stubborn, strong women and I got that from you…so it’s your fault! 
Love you!