Mom I wish I had the words to say
To thank you on this special day
To tell you what you mean to me
You made me who I want to be
When you were born who knew the road
you wander would seem so very slow
"Been through so much", they seem to say
As you travel along your way
Your smile does deceive them so
You as special you would hat to show
But to me you are as rare as sand
That turns to pearl within Gods hand
You've been both the sculpture and the clay
Seen the child and the mothers day
And what a mother you have been
Even on the days you were pecked like a hen
Grace is the word that got you through
Pink is the color I think of for you
A lady you were and will always be
Even if I did end up as the pea
I wish I was there to see you cheer
to watch the candle flame disappear
But from afar I want to say
I'm so glad you were born
On this special day.
2 comments:
Ah, I hope she does have a happy happy birthday.
I always want to send her a bunch of daisies. I just don't want to bring her down on her day, so I never do. I just remember that's what dad would have done/did every year. I'm glad you included them on the cake. I hope she had a good day.
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