She spoke the truth when
she said: Here's to the mother
who let her do it.
Like the brown groundhog,
you're my brunette cautionary
for not fucking up.
No one makes breakfast
--waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs--
like you do, at noon.
For each of your gifts,
you are thoughtful of your theme:
mostly, it's called love.
I can talk a lot
of nothing of consequence;
thank you for listenin'.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA....
2 comments:
Truer words haven't been uttered (referring to "You're the mom who let her do it")
Love your haikus for your mom. My mom's 60th is coming up this year. Poetry would be fitting. Thanks for the inspiration!
LOVE LOVE LOVE to the Gillinghams :)
Thank you sweet child of mine.
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