I’d like to dedicate this poem to my mom, because it’s her birthday today.

In the snow that’s pure white

It’s the winter child

She was born in ice

She stands with serenity

And her hair is wild

There’s a smile of amenity

As she walks through the winter

She is not bothered by the cold

Even though the wind is quite bitter

Her warm heart is what makes her this bold

Happy birthday to you

I hope this poem is gold.

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