There once was a mom whose birthday

Caused fear that more hairs would turn grey

But don’t beware

Your son is there

To pluck all the grey hairs (not that many really) away


But then another problem arose

The wrinkles, what about those? (hardly can’t see, seriously)

But botoxy stuff

Was barely enough

To keep all the lines off her nose

The mom would fear that her son

Someday off to college would run

Several more years

Realize her fears

Before her parenting’s done


But worries shouldn’t around

Her son would stick around

To often drop in

And bug her again

So that she would never frown

(my dear son and his little girl friend made me a card on my birthday, made me feel that all these years of love to him are 100 times rewarded)




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