If I could give you the world on a shoestring.

A wardrobe of clothes on a dime.

Fancy high heels,

or a new set of wheels,

I would

but such gifts are not mine.


So I gave you a cake and some ice cream.

Cooked up a Dinner for friends.

A card for your phone.

Opened our home,

and for all of the rest

make amends.


Yet you smiled,

and you glittered,

and blessed me.

Ever Thankful for every small thing.

Everything’s fine,

Precious Mother of mine.

It’s a beautiful Birthday you bring.

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