I wrote this poem for my mother for her sixtieth birthday. I don't really know how to describe the woman she is today. She is my mother.

Blame Love

June, Mama or Grandma,
You have many a name;
But it's the love within your heart,
On which we place the blame.

We blame the love for your patience,
As you watch us as we grow;
We blame the love for your wisdom,
That we often forget you show.

We blame the love for your kindness,
We see it every day;
We blame the love for your goodness,
You've spread along the way.

And if I try to list,
All the attributes you've shown;
It would take another 60 years,
And by then it will have grown.

So let us all say what's in our hearts,
On a birthday bright and blue;
I know the vote's unanimous,
When we say, "We love you!"