About her?


The instincts as if she needed a head start,
confident not to rush or slu, for it belongs to her.
With a ladylike elegance she tends to task and
stays mindful of the wants of he, long before
we ask.
Nevertheless, we are held in high regard,
pampered as if of fine china, brand new.
This is the coat she wears daily. A
blessing a mother possesses, despite
the headache and the unsatisfaction,
our ridicule.
Today, he and the other's, we bow
and applaud the importance in our life
and the way we love you.
Remember, you said, "practice
makes perfect". We got it right
this time, a smile long overdue.
We love you, us.

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