My mother-in-law is a wonderful lady,
So bright and so active, going on seventy-four,
Still riding a snowmobile, she loves that white stuff,
When the trails are all packed she heads out the door.
Eleven snowmobile clubs she administrates,
Though the paperwork can be a bore.
She'd much rather be out on the trail
And driving it daily at, oh, eighty-four.
Her family's important - our matriarch is she.
She looks after us all, in good times and bad,
And runs hither and yon to lend us a hand.
She listens without judgement, for this we are glad.
By now you have guessed I admire this kind woman,
She's always so chirpy, 'round the house she does hum,
And she tends a fine garden, all colourful and shady.
I love this dear lady - I just call her Mum.
c ELR 2013