On Valentine's morn, the world awakes, In hues of love, as daylight breaks. But more than hearts and roses red, We toast to you, dear Mom, instead. Fifty-one years of grace you've spun, Beneath the bright and warming sun. Charlotte, with a heart so pure, A love like yours, forever sure. No greater gift could Valentine's bring, Than you, whose presence makes us sing. So here's to you on this dual day, With love like blooms in rich array.