Dear mom, who treats each burst with insight keen
And gently leads us 'til we see the light
While helping us to learn to be serene.
As we grow older we soon discover,
That she will leave soiled dishes in the sink
To babysit and to rediscover
That precious, intelligent, missing link
Who made her an angelic grandmother.
So one more praise for mother, this day’s queen,
And never, no never, causes a scene.