happy birthday mom!
well today (technically yesterday) was my mother's 50 birthday and to celebrate it, i wrote a poem for her. i love her dearly (although some would argue differently) but i really must give all the credit for the things people appreciate about me, to her. if not for her . . . i most definitely would not be as awesome as i am ; )
What My Mother Has Taught Me
Compliments have come which always do tell
All the things that I do well
But it is not me who can take the praise
It is my mother who deserves accolades
It was not me that taught me right
T’was my mother’s love both day and night
That showed the way for me to go
So that I could be helpful when I was old
Roses are red and violets are blue
Here are some things you taught me to do
You taught me to clean in every which way
The bathroom completely with little spray
You taught me how to wash my clothes
Teaching me the different loads
You taught me how to can many foods
Which in many ways is kind of cool
All the gardens you taught me to make
Demonstrated what it meant to wait
Shopping sales was your big thing
But somehow it got me like a sting
When ever I shop if a “sale” sign not hang
My business I take to a place I can save
The ability to bake is my first playing card
When impressing the women of both near and far
Along those lines comes cooking too
Which I must accredit, pretty much, to you
Let us not forget the ability to sew
It’s a handy thing for me to know
And Ironing I’m able to do
Only because you wanted me to
At Christmas time you taught me well
Decorating as if a spell
The tree, the house, the outdoors too
I often felt like I was a who
Teaching me how to drive
Was something that caused others to cry
But you were confident in my skills
Which almost always got us killed
My wonderful work-ethic is not my own
For it was you who had solely sown
The importance of a job well done
And not giving up even if no fun
Whenever in a kitchen, people do say
“What a wonderful job at cleaning this place!
The sink, the counters, the stove top too
Are all so clean they look brand new!”
This I can attribute to only you
Who taught me what it was to do
A thorough job of cleaning that place
Remember the kitchen – always a disgrace?
My talent, my pride, my future and life
The piano has been like a wife
But it was not me who found this jewel
It was my mother who my passion would fuel
The musical ambitions and desires I had
She nurtured and cared for as though a lad
She made sure that I succeeded right
Even though it was often a fight
“Practice! Practice!” she often did say
Which at the time did make me hate
But looking back I’m a thankful man
That she was determined and stuck to her plan
No matter the tears and excuses I made
She always would say “you wanted to play”
And although it was hard and hours I sat
I look back now and say “thanks mom for that!”
So now on your birthday this special day fast
Fifty years have come and passed
Twenty of which you poured into me
I thank you mom for loving me
It hasn’t always been easy
It hasn’t always been fun
But like you said when I was young
I’m thanking you now for your love
Enjoy this wonderful birthday
And I pray for fifty more
I just want you to know mom
I love you for who you are
Comments (2)
Josh, that was wonderful. Your mom will be very blessed by it, I'm sure.
Dude, you'll always be the best artsy articulator that I know. I love you man, that was really something special. I'm sure that your mom is very blessed.
-Pete