Happy Birthday Mother.
It’s sure to be the best one yet.
Though you left me here behind,
Did you think that I’d forget?
Your cake this year will surely be
A beauty to behold,
With the icing made of Silver
And the candles made of Gold.
Yes, your birthday in Heaven
Will be such a grand affair.
And I know you’ll look so lovely
With a halo in your hair.
The Angels will come from everywhere
To sing your birthday song,
And I know they’ll be so happy
That you’ve joined God’s Happy Throng.
No, I can’t send a card this year
Or give a gift so fine.
So I’ll just send a special prayer,
To that wonderful mother of mine.
By Winnie Lovett 1968
Happy Birthday, Mom. We miss you!
Winnie Lovett’s Poems