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This
Mother’s Day, 2001
I
have to write this rhyme
To
tell you in a fancy method
That
time after time
You
help me through my roughest moments
Never
wavering
Uplift
me so that I can get
Right
back to savoring
The
blessings and the opportunities
Awaiting
me.
Your
compliments about my ways
Impart
security.
We need one thing
when feeling blue
To muddle through
each day:
It’s having the
capacity
To laugh along the
way.
The thing might be no
laughing matter,
Something that is
tough.
A dose of humor,
though, can save me
When I’ve had
enough.
But lots of moms
don’t have that sense -
Can’t see beyond
their scope.
And those are moms
who’d learn a lot
From you – I only
hope
That I inherit lots
of qualities
You’ve always
shown.
Like always being
there to help me,
Even though I’m
grown.
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Most everyone has
tales to tell
Of hurts from
childhood.
(And I don’t mean a
scraped-up knee
From rides at
Wildwood.)
They’re
psychological, some big,
Some barely there, so
small.
But I, in my amazing
memory
Have none at all.
So here is to the
greatest mom
It’s clear through
all these years
That
you and Dad inspire awe
Among my many peers.
Well, thanks, again.
That sounds
so trite.
The gift I have is
one
That’s with me for
the rest of time
Outshines the rest,
bar none.
The unconditional
support
That’s shaped the
things I do
Has shown me that
I’m blessed
beyond belief,
Because of you.
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