That Most Special Lady

What do you get for

that most special lady?

Rainbows, unicorns or

a pot of gold maybe…

In her search for happiness

she has bought nearly all,

yet when I look in her eyes

I see a far away call.

She’s given so much,

she even gave me a Brother.

I’ve looked all over but

nothing is enough for my Mother.

In my wildest dreams

I’ve created a white dove,

I asked it for something

as valuable as my love.

It returned with a question

from a spot so shady,

“What do you get for

that most special lady?”

Happy Birthday Mom!

Gary R. Cramer

September 7, 1979