Monica

You raised three children bravely on your own,

With equal love for each within our home.

You worked two heavy jobs to see us through,

We made sure chores were done to welcome you.

You are my guiding light, my teacher and my friend,

A fierce protector on whom I depend.

For every heavy burden on your back,

I love you, Mother, to the moon and back.

I still remember shores at Virginia Beach,

The happy memories within our reach.

When we lived down in Texas, Six Flags rides,

I cherished every minute by your side.

You are my guiding light, my teacher and my friend,

A fierce protector on whom I depend.

For every heavy burden on your back,

I love you, Mother, to the moon and back.

You meant strict business, making sure we grew,

But you were funny, wise, and patient too.

When I was small, I cuddled in your care,

Whenever I was lost, you met me there.

You listened and you helped tremendously,

Oh Monica, you mean the world to me.

I want to thank you for those growing years,

For standing by my side and calming fears.

You sacrificed and worked for all you had,

You guided me through seasons good and bad.

You are my guiding light, my teacher and my friend,

A fierce protector on whom I depend.

For every heavy burden on your back,

I love you, Mother, to the moon and back.

Yes, I love you, Monica, to the moon and back.