Now that I am no longer young, I have friends whose mothers have passed away. I have heard these sons and daughters say they never fully appreciated their mothers(1_) it was too late to tell them. I am blessed with the dear mother who is still alive. I(2_) her more each day. My mother does not change, but I(3_). As I grow older and wiser, I realize(4_) an extraordinary person she is. How (5_) that I am unable to speak these words in her (6_), but they flow easily from my pen.