Letters from Mom, Part II

Dear Thom,
Fresh, clean sheets are
one of life's small joys.
I write this letter from
bed, although it's noon.
I'm never leaving. [heart] Mom

Dear Thom,
A tiny sunflower seed
found its way into my
garden and blossomed into
a magnificent yellow orb!
Summer is here! Mom

Dear Thom,
The sound of rain falling
on windows surrounds me.
For some reason, it takes
me back to my youth.
I wonder why. [heart] Mom

Dear Thom,
Eat them, raise them, or
sell them. No, I'm not
talking abour you little
animal friends!
I'd eat it. Love, Mom
[enclosed present: pear]

Dear Thom,
The kitchen wall still
has the marks we used to
track your height. We
really must paint it soon.
Have you grown? Love, Mom

Dear Thom,
It's the one dish your dad
has mastered, and it's
nice, but three days of
spaghetti is a bit much.
It's predictable! [heart] Mom