From her biscuit highlights
To her plumb shrug
And her good old faithful ‘berties’
I admire the glamour in her style.
Her smile remains untouched
Her pleasure to see me
Makes my visit so worthwhile.
Whatever I may lack, she replaces
In my time of need, I’m guided to her
Now matter what, I turn to my soul mate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pretty sweet dedication to your mother...lovely