Twenty-nine again?

I almost let the day get away from me, but better late than never, I always say. Tonight we pay tribute to a woman well worth every word written here this evening.

MY MOTHER

by Emily Redwood

There once was a woman named mother

Who like her there was not one other

She's funny and sweet

Never misses a beat

Epitome of belle from southern

My mother she taught me everything

Always cooking and cleaning in full swing

Never thinks of herself

Puts her pride on the shelf

Her praises enough I cannot sing

Spends time serving children and husband

She always meets every demand

She never placed blame

Never missed a game

No referee her could withstand

She's a rapper and also a dancer

To her moves we never could answer

She dipped and she swayed

And fun we all made

Her reindeer name would be Prancer

But joking and all fun aside now

I've said all that my time will allow

We love you, we need you

Without you we'd be blue

So mom stand up and take a big bow

Happy Birthday Mom.