I woke at midnight to find midnight oh one creeping up on me,

It’s time, it’s time to wake from the world of adventure I can’t see,

In a dimension unknown I am, who I am is yet unknown with you,

I’m with you and you are as beautiful as the first time I saw through,

From within my brain there is an outlet to view the world around,

By using these orbs of magic your beautiful face and form is found,

“I see you” are the words to express the results found by orb’s view,

Something vibrates the follicles next to the place where I view you,

Wow, it is sound I have found or did I invent this noise in my head,

After much thought I believe it proper to give God credit instead,

Sound is remarkable alone but combined with view it’s profound,

When the sweetness of your voice mixes with view I am you bound,

Oh, the sound of which I have found is different on each side ear,

I wonder as I strum through my dictionary looking up words for hear,

Hmmmm, it seems I already know the word hear but is hear from ear?

Did they add ‘h’ to ear for hear or was ‘h’ removed to make hear clear?

Of course ‘cl’ is added to get clear from ear yet you must be near,

You must be near to hear clear the sound from that enters the ear,

By adding a new letter another ear word came with plus ‘n’ for near,

I fear I must exit of ear, oh dear, oh my, now ‘d’ and ‘f’ for fear and dear,

My brain is complex I’ve found beyond the miracle of your sound,

From within my cool brain’s function is also my mind I have found,

I say cool not as an expression of how cool I am but to have a brain,

For without a brain I’ve found looking at you won’t be the very same,

There’d be no memory to cultivate my taste and reason for love to find,

Comparison must be made for you to be the most beautiful in my mind,

As this being of me wandered life and all things of you I wanted to see,

I found pages with dates and months that at first were difficult for me,

By using this spongy tissue filled with matter of gray I learned to say,

To speak and to read a lot of words but truthfully it took more than a day,

But I’m a quick study and by year of living that adds to almost sixty nine,

I read it’s Mother’s Day, Happy Mother’s Day, at sixty four you’re still so fine.

The end, by Pat for Patti.  I love you baby,

Happy Mother’s Day!