Here is a little something I wrote for my Mom on her birthday back in 2009. I still mean it.
Mother, dear mother
I desire to take this time
To pronounce this rhyme
To use this sheet for my
Heart to speak
Words not of excellence
(For which you are known for instance)
Rather words that are pure
From my heart not a stone
All I really wanted to say
Simply be happy on this day
This day that you came
First with a crown
Unless of course you came upside down
In that case, bearing your soul
(Or souls to be precise)
Either way you still turned out nice
Martha your mother
Before her, your grand
Further back even yet
We could go with greats upon great
(And you could bet we’d be up pretty late)
But time would fail
To tell the tale
Of whence you came
But before the setting of day
You’d be in bed
Asleep like dead
So we mustn’t worry about the failing of time
Or of the greats upon great
For looking back is not the point
But looking ahead
(And not that i have a big head
Though some may say, I suppose it’s ok)
You’ve done amazingly well
By God’s good graces
We your kids won’t end up in hell
You diligently raised us
Teaching and beating
The seat of our pants
You knew one day
And not by chance
We’d love and fear
The same God who saved you
Who drew you near
This day we honor
The premier bearing
Of your crown or souls
I still don’t know
But the thing i’m most
Grateful for
Is the gift you received
That you have passed down to me
No I am not talking about a pyramid scheme
Remember those…
I digress
I lost my prose
Where was I
Oh I remember
Happy Day
On this 11th of December!