Happy Birthday Momma!

 

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.

Right?

Right, Mom?

Right?

 

Ahem..

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.