From Zak to Mom I was going to write you a letter, but you Know what, Mom, I will write you a poem instead. As I sit next to this river, I feel proud to be your son. As I set foot in this foreign land, my fear fades as I am reminded of the courage you have given me. As I fear the act of approaching new people I am reminded of the confidence you taught me. As I see how fragile most families are I feel lucky to have such a strong one You are my hero, the person I want to be like The light that has shown in my darkest hour, But most of all, that you are my mother.