Accolades left wanting
I love you beyond any treasure
Each year a gift to us
Each year a gift to us
Eighty and four - I pray for more
The lines in your face
Have their stories to tell
Sure I am responsible
For one or two wrinkle
If I can be half the mother
You were to seven
My own would be blessed
By God from heaven
Today I give to you
A bouquet of gratitude
From the garden of love
You have planted in my heart
Happy Mother's Day, Mom.
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