Mom's the word
Four things made our nation great,
And those four things are these:
Mom, Old Glory, apple pie,
And yes, the Japanese.
But really, when you think of it,
All we needed was the mothers,
because without them, after all,
we'd be without the others.
The flag's the work of Betsy Ross,
The matriarch of three ...
No one bakes an apple pie
Like mothers, you'll agree ...
And how far would Japan have come
In computer-chip genetics
If its founding fathers hadn't
Found founding genetrix?
Chances are, your mother is
The mother of all moms;
Through thick and thin (and mostly thin)
She's held up with aplomb.
Granted, she's not perfect
Even she'll admit to that;
Her beef stew tastes like cat food
And her chipped beef tastes like cat.
Sometimes logic can desert her,
Along with simple sanity ...
Like when she makes you move the fridge
To dust dust you cannot see.
But on the whole, considering
The goods and bads about her,
There's not a single shred of doubt
You couldn't live without her.
When in need of common sense,
We'd be lost without dad's spouse;
And we'd rarely find our glasses,
Or our car keys, or our house.
So let us lift a glass and toast
Those women in our lives
Without whom we wouldn't be here:
Our moms, grandmas and wives.
Thank heaven they put up with us,
Because it's plain to see
They make us all
All that we are
From she to shining she.
Mike Burkett, reporter