Mom, I’m not the best poet and I know you know it, but here’s my rhyme, I’ll try not to blow it.
I am grateful for the traits you gave me — my eyes, curly hair, and even crying easily.
I appreciate all the many little things — a preference to listen, but not the allergy to azithromycin.
You always have been so conscientious, a paragon of caring and unpretentiousness.
Then there’s your uncanny ability, to match a musical pitch with such agility.
Maybe I should have kept this simple, and only thanked you for my dimple.
But all this is to say, I love you and wish you a Happy Mother’s Day.