I really love my mother,
And it surely makes me proud,
To know I’m one of her kids,
And to sing her praises loud.

My mother has a birthday,
once every year.
And on that day she’ll ponder life,
And even shed a tear.

See, Mom doesn’t like her birthdays;
She says they make her old,
But she’s as sharp as she ever was,
If the truth be told.

My mother showed me lots of things,
About the world, you see,
So then I could teach my kids,
The things my mom taught me.

My Mother has a Pure heart
That’s made of gold
I love my mother very much
In my book she will never be old.

My mom is a sweetie
She is beautiful, which is true
I Thank god for you, mom
Where would I be without you?

Happy Birthday Mom!