Every year, in lieu of a birthday present, I write my mom a blog post because a) it's free and b) I'm just really that kiamsap. This year, I decided to one-up myself and write a poem instead. The decision to write a poem came suddenly, and I've been regretting it ever since. I'm no poet, and under no circumstances can I replicate the flowy, flowery language that comes with poems.

Still, I'm managing expectations here. So mommy dearest, happy birthday and please don't mind this crappy poem I wrote you. Oh, if you're looking, there's a video below for you too. It's like finding a pearl in your oyster.

My Mom Has Never Given Us Her Best: A (Pretty Sucky) Poem

My mom has never given us her best.
She's always been so busy.
On the computer, on the phone
Or out and about, she's never at home

My mom has never given us her best,
She's always one to nag
About chores, homework and that dreadful test
Oh man, it really is such a drag.

My mom has never given us her best,
She really, really can't cook.
She tries and tries and tries again,
But it's different from the picture in the book.

My mom has never given us her best
She's always taking naps
Her head would always loll
jolted with a snort and a snore.

But...

My mom has been there for us,
Through the thick and thin.
Voicing her worries and her fears
She never wants to see our tears

She's always trying out new recipes
Although we never appreciate
She continues to persevere
Despite how tired she might be

Through the years of growing up
I've come to realize one thing.
My mom has never given us her best.
No. Because she's given us her all.

And yes, here is the video too.



Happy birthday mommy! I know how much you hate people knowing that you're 52 years old this year. I promise that I won't be telling anyone that you're now inching your way along into your fifties. LOVE YOU!
Cheerios!