Thanks for those sloppy joes,
Wool slippers for my toes.
For drying every tear,
Then keeping me from fear.
For putting up with a teen,
Who somedays was pretty mean.
Still you gave me wings to fly,
Though I never did say goodbye.
Know you’ll always be in my heart.
Bet you’d tell me, “That’s pretty smart!”
From your daughter
(My mother traveled to her resting place two years ago today).