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.