For Mom

I did not have a choice In who I got for mother, But even if I did, I would not choose another She gets my silly jokes Right away or soon thereaft’; My heart sure loves to smile When Dad or I make her laugh She taught me all thro’ life, Such as how to fold clean socks, Drip castles at the beach, And fresh undies for the doc When snoozing in the morn, Once or twice, but never thrice, All others hear the beep; Best get up before the ice On tax and other such, My knowledge is ‘most bereft, But this I know for sure: Debits always on the left She loves her only boy And she loves his three sons too And that—love—is the Most important thing to do And so I hope you see, When we honor all mothers, I’m grateful and I’m glad, And could not choose another