the big three nine

Happy birthday to me! Against all likelihood I have turned out to be a happy and useful sort of person; who would have thought? Mad props are obviously due to my mum:


Down through the years my sweet mother never failed me
Held me close to her heart as she taught me to aim high
Lifted me up so I could reach and attain sky
And changed my lucky star from what it was to what it is
Never enough time to give praise for what she gives

Words of wisdom she grants as natural as life’s breath
Things to remember when day turns and only night’s left
Words like: “Always give thanks for the greatest of men is grateful”
And: “Pride can never reach where humility can take you”

Sweet mother! I’ll never forget you!