Mom

Can I tell you, Mom, that I love you? You smile so bright it lights up a room, I can’t help appreciate all that you do, Like you make luscious flowers bloom. Rough winds do try to shake your beauty, You stand tight and hold steady. Raising me was your solemn duty, When being there for me, you were always ready. But though your age, your job shall not end, For your job as a mother will be vigorous, You will always have a helping hand to lend, And that is why you’re marvelous! When your brown hair gets all white and gray, I’ll be there to help you like you do today.