Let me tell you a story about my mom Michele,
She’s not like any other mom, as far as I can tell,
She’s a self-proclaimed hippy who is goofy and kind,
She’s an elaborate storyteller with a quick-witted mind,
She’s a friend to all that wander, and a friend to those in need,
She’s a music-lover and dancer with a classic rock creed,
She’s got a theatrical personality and always lends an ear,
And if you’ve got a cute fanny, she might pinch you in the rear,
She loves her dog Bandit and my giant dogs too,
She drives slow and safe to protect everyone + you,
She puts others before herself and always gives back,
She’s quick with a smile, calm under stress, and sharp as a tack,
She used to drive a semi, and ride a Harley too,
She’s done many diverse things that would astound you,
She never brags about herself and is charming to meet,
I’m sure that you’ve seen her socializing out on the street,
She’s nearing 70 years old and rocks purple hair,
She wears bright flowy colors and jewelry everywhere,
She adorns herself with bracelets, necklaces, and rings,
She loves colorful, unique, and shiny things,
The jewelry that she wears tells a story too,
And if she won from Alara, her story would be of you,
The story would be elegant, special, and refined,
The story would be exuberant, elated, and defined,
This story would become a memory that she would fondly share,
And I promise even distinguished jewelry matches her purple hair,
But this is not the end of the story, there is more in store…
If you get the chance to meet her, I’m sure she’ll tell you more.