You may not be high society
or the daughter of nobility
You are not often seen in dresses
and keep your hair short to avoid the messes.
Don’t bother asking you to man the grill
but you will gladly clean the kill.
One day you are the take charge man
ready to help and lend a hand.
Next the defender of the weak
and for the wronged justice seek.
The youngest, no matter where from
know that they can call you mom.
For your heart holds so much love
for these small gifts of God above.
I never know who you might be
when each morning your face I see.
Lady, biker, mom or butch
it does not matter to me much.
I know that it’s me you love
that you fit me like a glove.
Yes you are indeed unique
but you are what my heart did seek.
For you I thank the Lord above
for each day with you my love.
I am glad that you are who you are
my rose, my rock, my shinning star.
I hope by all I say and do
you always know how much I love you.

04/18/2011