My friends are all jealous that I have a fun Mom.
Blacken teeth and licorice pipes were just some
Of your hysterics that put me in the best mood
No matter the day, your smile was my food.
Those silly little eyes, that shifted to the left and right,
Dancing and prancing late into the night.
You are the best Mother that anyone can have
We all adore you and think your completely fav!
A style all of your own, like a Queen on a throne.
But more like a court jester we would guess,
When you have to put it seriously together,
You radiate so simplified to the utmost best.
You bedazzle us
Sergeant, Queen, Noons, Mother, and Best Friend,
One of the greatest assists is that you’re a Dead-End!
Sillies and giggles surround us all the time,
Even in Shul we are completely out of our minds.
You stare into life with a poker face
Strong and courageous but with so much grace.
We are the luckiest children in the world you see
Because we came from you, Mother, who made me, ME!