I pen this ode to Mom
Cause she’s da bomb!
With hair like a raven in younger years
Adding some silver without any fears
My Italian mommy she’s always been
Always cooking food without sin
Apache Mom she can sometimes be
Striking fear into the children three
But like the sun breaking through the rain
So comes a smile again and again
With a sense of humor joyful and light
She does pilates with all her might
Grandchildren now counting thrice
Spoiling them, she does real nice
Husband jealous and sweet always
Limits the travel times to fewer days
Blessed her child does call her now
With echoes from Proverbs, she makes a bow
She’s walked through many a town and squire
And through my life she does inspire
Together we walked through the years of teen
Talking about the odd, weird, everything
Separated by many a mile
I still enjoy her digital smile
Travels continue near and far
Just avoiding an English bar
Life is strong in my mother mild
“Sudden Death, on hold”, quips the child
Blessed I am and blessed I’ve been
To call you as my loving kin
Born today above all other,
Glad I am God made my Mother.