To Our Favorite Cutiepie, Our Mumma

In a world of wonders, none compare to you,

Have you seen a fairy? I bet you haven't, it's true.

For if you had, you'd know her face,

It's my mother, in her grace.

With a smile that could light up the night,

Innocence so pure, a beacon so bright.

Her childlike nature, her sweet little tantrums,

Our family's big baby, in joy she blossoms.

Her love, a balm for all that’s dark,

In her presence, hatred leaves no mark.

Her laughter, a melody that heals,

For her children, her strength reveals.

In her arms, the world’s at peace,

Every worry, every trouble, finds its release.

Her banter with Papa, a daily delight,

Turning the hardest times into a light.

Oh, Mumma, your magic in every meal,

The love in each bite, the warmth we feel.

Is every mother a magician, or are you unique?

For in your lap, all stress feels weak.

Mumma, our cutiepie, our eternal delight,

Your laughter, your love, our guiding light.

A queen, an angel, our home’s heartbeat,

In our eyes, you're forever sweet.

So here’s to you, our dearest Mumma,

Our protector, our joy, our everyday drama.

For in your love, we’ve found our way,

You’re our sunshine, every single day.