Dear Mentor,
Hi mom! I chose you to write this wonderful thank you letter to, because you deserve it. I am writing, or should say typing to thank you for always being here for me. You have been a great mentor to me, along with being a parent. I have tons of respect for you, and adore your existence. You are brave, intelligent, beautiful, kind, noble, wise, cunning, and oh so witty. Everyone I know either adores you or knows you’ll crush their existence if they cross us. You are a fabulous cook, great comedian, award winning nominee of hugs, and just straight out a good person.
We first met on January 15, 1995 at Cambridge, MA. You gave birth to me, you raised me, and you loved me. You made me realize that to get anywhere in this world you have to work hard for it. Well, that’s what I’m doing. I’m trying to get myself better, making sure I get all my school assignments done, so I can go far in life. You’ve also helped me realize that as long as you’re a good person, you will have good things come your way. You don’t make your way to the top by being a rich snobby person, or being the class bully. You make your way to the top by being kind to others, and true to yourself. With an open mind comes a long journey full of goals to fulfill.
The kid I was back in the day isn’t here no more. Constantly talking smack to a teacher, pulling shenanigans in class like tying my shoes to the desk, procrastinating homework till last minute or irritating others around me, GONE! Because of your help and guidance, I’ve become a much better student, and person. I respect others who respect me, I talk rationally with a teacher if there’s a problem, I get my homework done when it needs to get done, and I keep my hands to myself, not the desk. The point is I love you and thank you for all you’ve done to help me. Thank you Mom!
Love, Jamie Lee
A poem i made for you!
"Who is Tommy?"
Roses named Fred, Violets taste glue.
Moses is dead and pilots got the flue.
My mommy is sweet, and so my queen.
But Tommy is sour, and not a queen.
My mom is the best, it’s so right.
But tom is at rest, and says night.
She is the sun that shines bright.
He is the nun that mines a fight.
HUH?
"Roses are red, violets are blue."
I made up this poem just for you.
