Mother
By itty bitty •
Well, my mother
She was different
With a smile
To rival heaven
And a voice
That made birds
Sing
She knew just what to do
To make me
Do the things I do
I can say it’s amazing
But it was just instinct
To make my mother
Proud of me
She could always
Count on me
She taught me
“Don’t regret the past”
That I’ll only
Doubt what I’ve become
What she made me
You’re amazing
So amazing
Just amazing to me!
… Well, my mother
She was different
With an infectious smile
And a voice of true beauty
Happy birthday
To the one that raised me
And taught me right from wrong
Happy birthday
Mother dearest