Roses are Red. Violets are Blue.
To all the dear Mommy's here's a poem for you.............
Mom you are a shining star through the wold doesn't know your name.
You have no fancy title like Baroness or Dame.
Mom you really are a star, my mother, mentor, and friend.
A Nobel Prize for motherhood is what I'd recommend.
And if I won the lottery I'd share my win with you
I'd take you Mom on a spending spree each day the whole year through!
You may not be famous, as your face is known to few.
But Mom I think you are wonderful and I'm so proud of you!
