MOM – HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Oh we would circle
rattling tin wheeled trucks and trikes
and drive her crying to her bed
Gather soot enough from here and there
to keep her forever scrubbing
at our souls and skins
And worry her near to death
while she stayed up to worry us alive
from many a snow and beer filled drive
I know she does it to this day
and I’m afraid anything else I’d say
would all be mush and love
and angels watching from above
and yet still, I think I will