To our dearest mother, <br /> <br /> In your teens, <br /> You were supreme, <br /> You had a knack for life, <br /> But now your years, <br /> Abolish your fears, <br /> And cut them like a knife <br /> <br />This lady named Sue, <br />Met a man no-one knew <br />They met and hit off right away. <br />Got married, and soon <br />They were on Honeymoon, <br />This couple showed the meaning of gay. <br /> <br />And now the good part, <br />For your life may now start <br />The consequence of the love that you share, <br />A baby in waiting <br />Is yours for the taking <br />Now think not that life is unfair <br /> <br />Another, too soon <br />All mothers do swoon <br />For a new born is cuter than older <br />Tia and Brooke <br />Mum, and a chook <br />Now move to place where it’s colder <br /> <br />With no-one in harm <br />This family on a farm <br />Are celebrating because you have won, <br />A family of gold <br />(or so we’ve been told) <br />Who cares, forty one years of fun! ! !<br /><br />Brooke Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/41-years-of-fun/
