By Allison Stein, age 11, Michigan
Mom, you wear high heels,
And have pomegranate perfume;
But the smile on her face,
Is what makes you you.
The way you laugh and grin,
The way your bright eyes shine;
The way you give me,
The smile of a lifetime.
The way your face lights up,
The style you’ve always had;
Makes me as proud as ever,
And it makes me really glad.
It’s nice to know you’re there,
It’s nice to hear your chimes;
It’s nice to see you smile,
The smile of a lifetime.
