Mother's Day comes once a year,
A chance to tell you, Mother, dear
How very dear you are.
A day to toast and celebrate you,
A day to feast and felicitate you,
To serenade you with guitar.
And so I wrote this not-a-sonnet
Delivered with some flowers on it
I hope they're up to par.
May your day be unforgettable,
Filled with memories unregrettable.
May all you want be oh-so-gettable,
And your sky be filled with stars.
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