O Sainted Ellen of the Grilléd Cheese:
You fed the hungry lunch in bright array,
Our childish apprehensions did you ease,
And with your laughter banished our dismay,
And with a bowl, as first donned by St. Loony
Up the Cream Bun and Jam, upon your head
Made golden halos seem supremely puny,
Declaring naughty words could now be said.
Irreverence isn’t singular among
Your virtues; kindness, fearless curiosity,
Inspire us to sing what was unsung
And emulate your thoughtful generosity.
I only hope my life will be as filled
With interests at which I’ll grow as skilled.
2 thoughts on “June 12: Tried Patience, or, Happy Birthday, Mom!”
Can’t recall the last time I put a bowl on my head; however the day is still young! Thanks you sweetie! I’m very touched.
*giggles* Thank you! I’m delighted you enjoyed and hope your birthday was wonderful!