A last Happy Birthday Card written for Mom. 1987
If I could paint a picture and capture beauty rare, I'd paint the love aglowing That you always choose to share. If I could set to music, The happiness you bring. I'd choose a choir of thousands, To sing, and sing and sing. But words must be my picture And the lyrics they impart, A symphony and tour de force, Sweet Mother of my heart.
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