Belly full of love

Momma,
I'm sorry If i fail you as a son,
I could not come
when I could come,
But life has got me so
on the run
even if I'm siting still
I'm not having fun.
But I love having you near me
even by phone
so I know I am not entirely alone.
Remember those days
We'd walk and walk
to the grocery store
or around the block,
that's when we got to talk.
All the food
I complained I had to drag,
not thinking of,
what it cost to even fill the bag.
But I do recall that after a long day at the factory
you'd come home,
and in the kitchen you would be.
Then out to the street
and into the sun I'd run
to meet some friends
and have some fun.
With a Belly full of love,
And clean clothes on my body,
And sometimes I'd come home late if I was naughty.
What I'm trying to say is
thank you,
for all that you did, done and do.
Without you
I would not be who I was, is and am.
Love you always mom.
Thank you for the belly full of love.
Happy birthday.