Life's loveliest addition
Is in the corner, there
Cradling the dearest creation
A woman of grace, so fair.
The Grace has had her time
Her eyes will tell the tale
Of raging snots and brewing fits
Some think it has grown her frail.
In the purest amicableness
Mama who bore the flower
Soon paused the race of growth
And raised ehr buds not to cower.
THrough smoke and throny brush
Did she travel so effortlessly, thought we
Little did we know, though
That the Grace's life was a stormy sea.
Her daintiness and love
Gave comfort to us all
Her smiles are marks of triumph
And gives reassurance when we fall.
Her courage to raise a delicacy
Should stop anyone amidst their track
Allowing life to crash full force against her
Shame on you if you turn your back.
To thank her, we love her
The Grace's devotion and care
Owe nothing but yourself and future
To none only, but Mio Moeder.
