Mama/Gina Ann Day






Doesn't at all matter how you spell it,
By divine intervention, she's the heart of the home.
Special, all yours; full of love and spitting wit,
Of no other a carbon or a clone

With her Daddy's traits, strengths, and smarts
her Mama's good looks;  nurturing, and faith in God
Generations of love.... got you through the easy paths, over the rough parts
Onward tending the family brood; prompting a garden from seed and pod.


by Gina Day © 2000
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