mom

Mom

I hope you don’t think you have to improve yourself.

I hope you know that you are lovely, smart, and good.

You are talented,

Hardworking,

Tenacious,

And beautiful.

 

You have style,

You have charisma,

And you look cute in your jeans.

 

You are a little Bellingham,

A lot Port Townsend,

With a dash of Suburban Seattle.

You will gracefully grow old,

But remain youthful and fun,

A classy gal with kayak paddles

And a reader of blogs.

You are You.

Like sprinkles on a cupcake

And ocean glass in a jar.

No one can take that away.

You are a mother,

A sister,

A daughter

And a girlfriend.

Endless and Ageless

-qualities that don’t fade.