Ode to Mom

Happy Birthday, Mom.

I wrote this for you because, deep down, I know you really love those greeting card poems and all these years you've been covering the fact... very well, I might add. To be sung to the tune of "This Land Is Your Land".




This mom is my Mom
She isn't your mom
Except she's David and
Geoffrey Kent's mom.
From Andrews, Texas,
Juneau and Tuscon,
Beaumont, Vancouver, and L.A.

Your life was calm when
you were a child
Then you married Dad and
it all got wild.
He hauled you off to
the great white northland.
Twenty years and your feet were always cold.

You raised a family,
three little eskimos.
It rained a lot there,
we all grew webbed toes.
Beneath the mountains,
beside the glacier
Was a great place to turn to sourdoughs.

You pulled up stakes
that fateful summer.
You moved down south.
It was a bummer.
But you put down roots
in East Vancouver
God's blessings seem to overflow.

You've got a Target
You have a WinCo.
A huge back yard
where fruit and squirrels grow
A huge church family
that loves you both so
And grandkids that live just down the road.