MIL's Birthday gift

57 years ago
Was an angel born with no ego

Being the epitome of perfection
Food is her last temptation

Mil is she not but a true mother
Which can be denied by none other

Encourages me while driving
While her inner soul keeps praying

Best mistress is she to any maid
Always ready to meet their aid

Carrys the patience of the entire world
With actions never being hurled

Curls in her lock are perfect
As the halo around her tries to reflect

Her sweet laughter reminds me of a baby
Being so perfect and graceful lady

Assets to her are immaterial
She being the queen of home-managerial

As we wish her the best of health
The respect she commands is her wealth