A Birthday Ode To My Mother Poem by Christen Kuikoua

Mother, for you, these lines I pen,
Oh, dear, my first love, now and then.
Mother, you know me, inseparable we,
And thus, I share what the world should see.

For you gave me life, a gift untold,
Gold and silver may never hold.
You nourish me, a treasure true,
Finest gold can't compare to you.

Finally, you carry me, a gift divine,
Beyond all wealth, this love of mine.
Oh, my mother, my pride, my universe,
I love you more, an endless verse.

I may not always show it clear,
But know, my love for you is dear.
More than words can write or say,
Happy birthday, with love, this day.