I don’t know how you managed
To put up with me so long,
To endure my moody outbursts
As you taught me right from wrong.
I don’t know how you always
Knew exactly what to say
To help me through my problems
‘Til we made them go away.
I don’t know how you managed
To support me all those years,
To encourage all my dreams
And protect me from my fears.
But I’m thankful that you did it,
For without you there for me,
I could never be the person
That I always hoped to be.
So I thank you for your patience
To stick with me to the end,
And I thank you for your wisdom
As a mentor and a friend.
I thank you for your kindness,
A true blessing from above.
But most of all, I thank you
For your never-ending love.
To be an awesome parent
Is the most challenging task,
Yet you’re still the greatest mother
For whom anyone could ask.
I don’t know how you do it,
But I’m really glad you do.
Happy Mother’s Day to you, Mom!
Love, your daughter who loves you!
Happy Mother’s Day to my awesome mom! Thank you for all the love and support you’ve given me my whole life! I love you!
If you enjoy the sweetest snack,
Be sure to follow every track:
A set of paw prints leading back
Outside into the dawn.
You catch a glimpse of something white
That came to visit in the night
To bring you treats and sweet delight:
A bunny on your lawn!
You look down at the grassy ground
And gaze in wonder all around
At all the chocolate eggs you’ve found
To munch throughout the day.
Now spend the day with ones you love
To celebrate the Lord above!
Enjoy the fun (and chocolate) of
This blessed Easter Sunday!
Happy Easter to all my family, friends, and readers who are celebrating! May you all have a blessed weekend!
When spring is in the air
And the flowers are in bloom,
It’s time to get to cleaning
That messy living room.
Push aside your tables
And turn up every chair.
Vacuum up the carpet
And refresh the dusty air.
Catch those pesky “bunnies”
Hiding underneath your couch.
A sparkling floor is only won
By those who dare to crouch.
Don’t forget the other rooms.
The kitchen needs a scrub.
And you don’t want to put off
Cleaning up that stained bathtub.
The bedrooms need a dusting
And a vacuuming as well,
And tossing out old junk will surely
Help improve the smell.
At last, your cleaning’s finished,
From the garage to the den.
Now you finally can relax…
Until spring rolls round again.
You wake in March, Day Seventeen,
To find the world is colored green
As far as you have ever seen
Across the festive streets.
You know today that people paint
The town in green, however quaint,
To honor Ireland’s patron saint
And all his holy feats.
And even if you’ve no belief,
You still don the lucky motif:
A shamrock with an extra leaf
To guide you on your way.
The day’s good luck is on your side
As people gather far and wide
And shout with joy and Irish pride:
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
She’s docile and sweet on the outside,
But inside she’s fierce to the core.
You may think to expect her meow,
Just to be thrown back by her roar.
She spends her days working her hardest
For results of outstanding effect.
She may not ask others for much,
But she knows she deserves great respect.
Her value can never be measured.
She has a most generous heart.
Yet if anyone tries to subdue her,
She will fight back and tear them apart.
So never look down on a woman
Or misjudge her even an ounce,
For inside every placable kitten
Is a tigress just waiting to pounce.