A dozen white roses would have marked the day
With a vodka martini and two olives, “okay”?
Today we’d have danced and laughed loud with glee
Today it would seem we are both so pain-free
I still feel you with me in the warmth of the sun
And together we’d marvel that you’ll soon be 91!
Your “face” you’d put on before leaving your room
And a little splash of Chanel – your favorite perfume
On the balcony we’d sit to admire the view
We’d talk of our lives and our family’s too
A good steak, baked potato, caesar salad – the feast
Or onion soup, escargot and shrimp salad – at least
Each birthday, occasion, celebration you’d mark
No way to forget special moments – re-mark!
Happy birthday, my Mother, accept these words though they’re few –
And a dozen white roses in Heaven from me … just for you