The Breeze
The breeze comes in, the breeze goes out.
I wish It would stop snowing.
But then there she is
Atop a Pedestal glowing, and she is my mom.
"Happy birthday!" I say as she walks downstairs.
She smiles and says, "Thank you!"
Then I respond, "Today I will make it stop snowing."
She smiles at me then sits down
And as soon as she did, the breeze stopped.
Happy Birthday, I love you.
I wish It would stop snowing.
But then there she is
Atop a Pedestal glowing, and she is my mom.
"Happy birthday!" I say as she walks downstairs.
She smiles and says, "Thank you!"
Then I respond, "Today I will make it stop snowing."
She smiles at me then sits down
And as soon as she did, the breeze stopped.
Happy Birthday, I love you.
4 comments:
This is a really great poem. I'm very impressed with you and and how wonderful you are to your mother. We are so lucky to have a great son like you!
Beautiful
poem. Lucky mom.
The above
comment is from Vavó
I love this poem so much! I loved waking up to this beautiful gift on my 40th birthday. Thank you so much. I treasure it and I treasure you. I love you more than words can say and I'm so glad I get to be your mom!
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