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