My Dearest Mummy

MY DEAREST MUMMY She is dead now...but I wish she was still here To celebrate Mother's Day with her loving son I'll Take her old clock and a fake cake by her grave with me And a daffodil or two, I am the child she loved. I will go in the afternoon and stay till I feel The frenzy in the beckoning call of the unfriendly cold evening dew Warning me that it is about time to go To leave and wander on my journey homeward And to ponder upon sweet green thoughts of her memories And celebrate her wondrous life and dedication, Celebrate another soft kissing anniversary of Mother's Day. By Lord Cam Of Nevis -Poem