February twenty-second, a day so long ago,
Nineteen thirty-nine,
A little girl born to this world, helloThere! Barbara Jean Cordischi.What a year! The Yankees won the World Series, Gone with the Wind, The Wizard of Oz was something special,So were you, Mom.World War two was coming, Life was justStarting for you,In the forties, you ran and played, Chased butterflies in the sun,The fifties, you grew up a teen, rock n’ roll,
And Elvis were in.
For you, the sixties were of Marriage and
Children, a touch older,
So many changes in the seventies, a different place,
You were mom.
The years went by, decades watched Us grow, that little girl was chasing you,You had a life, and now life has said goodbye,The days are without your face,We remember you always, Mom, We love and missYou every day.Happy birthday, mom,Keith 
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