In the dawn's gentle whisper, a new year unfurled, A blonde wig aglow in the morning light swirled. With laughter as bright as a sun-sparkled rift, She dons it with joy, her birthday gift. "Happy Birthday, dear Mom!" the family sings, As love wraps around like angel's soft wings. In each golden strand, memories weave, A tapestry of love we proudly conceive. Her smile, a crescent in the moon's tender hue, Reflects the brightness of skies clear and blue. In this simple gift, so much more is portrayed— The love and the gratitude we feel conveyed.