Golden Haired Mama
Another year has passed
but it is here at last
little chick of springtime
you turn back the clock time
pink cheeks of rose bloom
is your family heirloom
frolic on your day of glory
tell me a childhood story
you are so adored
your gifts so neatly stored
you're standards exceed us all
through laughter sweet as a gumball
tis love and light combined
there is no greater find
golden haired Mama
I won't create any drama
in short I need to say
have a Happy Birthday
*This poem is for my mother on her birthday
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2021
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