A glass, a slice, and a red rose,
Loving items that I can propose
That we share with the ones we love,
Whether still with us or gone above.
A day, a night, and a dawning;
I apologize for all this fawning,
But you make the day worth doing
And the long drive coming home and pursuing
The heart that beats also as well for me
Even if I’m not all that deep or even worthy;
Any hug or kiss or quick embrace,
Here, or really any old place,
Though now the cat meows impatient for attention
But wait, did I share with you my intention—
To find new ways to love you every day
Come rains or storms or what changes may
Turn the page like a Masterpiece plot surprise,
I will forever seek myself in your kind eyes,
And share no matter whatever calamity throws,
A glass, a slice, and a red rose.
Tattered apron and a stout heart,
Soup toiling in a bowl flavored with hugs aplenty,
And ever more’s a part
To paint that picture of Mom—
We remember she:
Who brushed away all the tears,
And our shock of hair covering our view of her unending
Loving support no matter how foolish our fears.
Attending every school play,
Helping with Math and that awful Science project,
And packing the best lunch every day—
Hey, Mom, this is for you.