I'm giving art for Mother's Day, and it makes me happy. I think of being five and picking roses from the neighbor's yard to give to my mother. I think, too, of drawing pictures hour after hour for my other mom, who always gave me support and encouragement. So I give this rose and present this riddle:
Why is a mother like a rose?
Because she just is and there's nothing you can do about it.
To whom do you enjoy giving your art?