My dearest Kay, the way you freak on germs I aspire to be someday
A sweater in July, the girls may fry, but you will know you've kept them alive
The underdog, perpetually your friend, your love for them has no end
Heart good or bad, you do not see, you judging them...may it never be!
Your strategic mind, planning dates unseen, all your deeds so gracefully
Grandchildren, cats, the ones who need you most, you appear - the precious host
You decorated my door, a birthday wish, for this dear Kay, I throw a kiss
So special one was meant to be, you serenade hearts with acts of glee
No one nor animal could ever say, "Oh, that Kay did not make my day."
For each time you rise early from your recycled bed, it is the little guy you wish to get fed
Hearts for trees, earth and sky, you take them all in, even escort out the fly
Why? Does anyone know why?
It is not for us to question such a creation, only to appreciate this revelation
Ode to Allison's Mom, for she is the motherly bomb!
(knucks all around)
Happy Thanksgiving to all of our Mommas!
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