Today is my dear Mother’s Birthday!
Since I didn’t get her a card (oops...darn that President’s-Day-no-mail thing!) I decided to write her a birthday poem…
Because it’s the thought that counts.
Thanks for always cleaning up my trail of junk,
and putting up with me when I slunk around in a funk.
I don’t mind if you spanked me with a wooden spoon,
because, knowing Joseph, MY turn is coming soon.
I’m sorry if, as a teenager, I was a snot,
perhaps if you hadn’t been so uncool, restrictive, and old fashioned, we wouldn’t have fought.
(Just Kidding!! Just Kidding!!)
When I look at our family, I’m glad that it’s YOU I look like,
because, for an old lady, you still look alright!
Thank you for the afterschool snacks, hot breakfasts, and kisses,
the vacuuming, laundry, the hugs, and the dishes.
Until I had my own family, I didn’t realize all that you did,
or how much I took you for granted when I was a kid.
So, my dear Momma, Happy Birthday to You,
I strive to be like you in all that I do.