​It's time to hear from the eldest
And in all likelihood probably the sanest
Saving the best for last
nothing half-assed
A poem for one of the bravest

Our mother is really quite impressive
I used to enjoy reading each missive
Telling us tales
Both successes and fails
While always remaining quite festive

She is currently keeping quite busy
Appearing to juggle things quite easily
Moving, politics and dad
Without going mad
Succeeding where I'd do quite terribly

So happy Mother's Day to the matriarch
Who can often find light in the dark
Keeping us bound
always around
​For every good problem, an insightful remark

​

​In Esterel was a mother named Annette
Who as a city councillor strived to protect
Birds and squirrels
For any little girls
Whose brothers may have pushed them off the swing set

As a journalist she refused to be stopped
Publicizing sandals covered up by the mob
Most brazen of all
Trick balls at the pool hall
She got to the bottom while staying on top

Traditionally limericks are dirty
So I hired your husband Sol to hurry
To rhyme chest with zest
And make puns with abreast
He has all of my faith so don't you worry

My favorite designer, chef, artist, and nurse
I didn't have a chance to finish this verse
But as soon as I do
I guarantee you
​Will agree I'm either winner or the worst

Baby conception planning in lieu of poem

My angel has no halo
Nor has she any wings
She doesn't need to fly
Heaven's already on her side
She has golden sunshine in her eyes
And brilliant blue skies in her mind
Through the light and the depths of dark
She is my strength, my courage, my heart
What a gift it is to know
My mother,
With her angel soul

I asked you what it is you want
Name a present, anything at all
You said a poem, and no more
As I've done in days before
I always thought it was an easy out
My words never seem so profound
But it warms me that you hold dear
The memories from younger years
So here it goes
My Mother's Day Prose