I could write a hundred verses,
A thousand and one prose,
I could shower you with rainbows,
And for every day a pretty rose.
But you ask for none of it,
Still, wish me best in life,
You stand by me in jubilation,
My success, your greatest delight!
Your altruistic demeanor,
Intuitive prevising of my needs,
No pæan does require,
But encomium it reaps.
Thanks for being with me, mom,
For being the best friend that you are,
Thanks for all the things you do,
And sorry for those scars.