Always proud of you, Son
Year in and out
You make me a Pride of Motherhood
Whose birthday celebs ever beats yours?
It's been topping the Guiness Inter-Planet Records since forever
No shaking; no dropping!

Carrying you in this womb was the best experience a woman could have
When Arch Gabriel said that you were to be a King
I thought he meant that your birth would be Noble
And would bring fortune to me and dear carpenter Jose
Until it all happened in a mere stinking manger
Ugh for the pungent doodies of those swines!
What King has a pen as his place of birth?


Then the heartless Herod sent us on our heels
All the way to Egypt and back
How you scared me to the breast!
When you went missing after the Temple Conference
I thought you'd gone naughty with Kushie, that nut who eyed and blinked at you always
But there you were talking senses into those pot-belly hypocrites
Dearie, you make me proud, really!

You made me proud at Cathrina's wedding in Cana
Those wonders and miracles were services to God and to Humanity
Those teachings would change the world forever
What else are the joys of Motherhood
Except that her seeds grow tall, wide, strong and famed?

If ever I craved for madness and death
It was at the period of your trials and execution
Your carrying that heavy Cross and agony
Was beyond that of delivering you at the Beth's Shed House
I thought all was lost at your death

But your Rising-Again
Made me regain all; even those that weren't lost
So proud of you, Son Jezzy
See what you made me in the Catholic world!


Here, Son, are my cheeks
Mark them with a kiss
Hmmmm, yeah, that's my Baby God
Wishing you Happy Birthday, Jesus!