My mother, Susan Nicely
This one's dedicated to my precious mother,
There could never be another.
You're one of a kind,
You've helped me get out of my every bind.
You gave me a heartbeat,
And made me eat.
Your food is the best,
You never leave a mess.
You became a wife,
And gave me life.
I will always be your number one fan,
Because I simply can.
You taught me right from wrong,
As you've known all along.
You've always found a way,
You made me who I am today.
You've always been by my side,
Through every ride.
I cannot thank you enough,
You've always been so tough.
You put up with me as a child,
When I was young and wild.
Boy can you clean,
That can sure be seen.
You were a clown,
The best one around town.
You put on a great magic show,
That left the kids saying woah.
Your favorite number is four,
I swore.
You like a good puzzle,
You're so original.
You have had a cat,
But dont like bats or rats.
You own a house,
With no room for a mouse.
You would go up to bat,
For a democrat.
I must say,
You were a dj.
You were born on March eleventh,
Not the seventh.
Of nineteen seventy two,
You are my buck-a-roo!
I will always love you,
As you love me too.
Im honored and proud your my momma,
Thanks so much for putting up with my drama.
© Verna Nicely
There could never be another.
You're one of a kind,
You've helped me get out of my every bind.
You gave me a heartbeat,
And made me eat.
Your food is the best,
You never leave a mess.
You became a wife,
And gave me life.
I will always be your number one fan,
Because I simply can.
You taught me right from wrong,
As you've known all along.
You've always found a way,
You made me who I am today.
You've always been by my side,
Through every ride.
I cannot thank you enough,
You've always been so tough.
You put up with me as a child,
When I was young and wild.
Boy can you clean,
That can sure be seen.
You were a clown,
The best one around town.
You put on a great magic show,
That left the kids saying woah.
Your favorite number is four,
I swore.
You like a good puzzle,
You're so original.
You have had a cat,
But dont like bats or rats.
You own a house,
With no room for a mouse.
You would go up to bat,
For a democrat.
I must say,
You were a dj.
You were born on March eleventh,
Not the seventh.
Of nineteen seventy two,
You are my buck-a-roo!
I will always love you,
As you love me too.
Im honored and proud your my momma,
Thanks so much for putting up with my drama.
© Verna Nicely