In a tired state of sweet aplomb
I send my best regards to Mom!
Whose vibes have always seen me through
The toughest things I had to do.
Whose easy heart and gentle ways
Has softened all my hardest days
And kept the faith of joy and kin
Bright in the face of darkling sin.
I wish her endless toast in bed
And wreaths of flowers for her head
And joy for many a post-filled day
And many another mighty Kay
To swell her record to the sky;
And on top of this,
I say, "Oh! Hi!"