PGK My dear mother, You were the very person who shaped and formed me into the very man I grew to be. When I first met you mother, I was but a small boy lacking a mother to cling to and having no bed to call his own. You gave me those things, in fact you gave me much more, despite your persistent doubts that always claimed otherwise, you gave me the world mom. I, in my later years, could only feel utter grief, and perhaps even anger when hearing your name, and seeing your flower.