Happy Birthday Momma.


She walks with her head high


No sign of distress or anger


And her voice is a blanket


Warm and comforting even on the stormiest of nights


And even though I’m reaching the end of her head


Looking down upon her when we talk


I will always look up to her


As someone I admire.


She is organized,




And funny.


Most things that I am not,


And that fine.


Maybe one day,


When im older and wiser,


I’ll be organized,




And funny.


Today is not that day though,


So I am content with just watching her



And learning from her idiosyncrasies.


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