A most memorable date is April Nine,
The birthday of specialness,
A mother I call mine.
Like wine she gets better with each year passing,
A caring and loving person,
A friend everlasting.
she is not perfect,
but her excess care is not her defect,
She makes everyone glad They’re there,
You won’t not find a better person anywhere.
Of herself She likes to give,
Her Tenderness makes one glad to live,
The greatest love there is no other,
Than the love I have for my dearest mother.
Yes! I was cheesy even back then. Happy Birthday Mom!