A little verse for you, Mom, on this day in June, Seventy-three years you've been humming your tune! Born back in 'fifty-two, a different kind of age, Before the internet, before this digital cage.

You've seen the world change in a wild, dizzying dash, From black and white TVs to a colorful splash. You've rocked the bell-bottoms, you've seen the big hair, You've navigated life with a confident flair.

Remember the rotary phones, with their circular plight? Dialing a number took all of your might! And maps made of paper, a navigational quest, Now a lady in your phone puts your driving to the test.

You’ve cooked a million meals, you’ve kissed a million scrapes, You've mastered the art of life's incredible shapes. From a young, hopeful girl with a future so bright, To the wonderful woman who is my guiding light.

They say with age comes wisdom, and also some creaks, A few more opinions, and some glorious shrieks When a spider appears, or the remote goes astray, But you handle it all in your own special way.

So here's to you, Mom, on your seventy-fourth spin, For the laughter, the love, and the places you've been. You’ve made this whole journey a truly great ride, With you, my dear mother, right here by my side.

I love you more than words can ever say, And I look forward to many more birthdays to celebrate with you. Happy Birthday!