On Mother's Day we think
Of all the kindness she has done.
We wine her and we dine her,
Give her flowers by the ton.
Thanking her profusely
For her noble, shining soul –
Even though she made us eat
That tuna casserole.
We all get kinda mushy,
Maybe even write a poem.
And then we put her back into
The quiet nursing home.
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