LCW

Sometimes she would laugh. Sometimes she would cry. her worries she would never complicate into my life. but when worries complicated mine she would always be there with a hug With a gentle voice telling me everything would be all right Sometimes she would be ringmaster to my sisters and my fights Sometimes she would be judge...whose wrong ...Whose right and punishment she would then dish out with a wooden spoon or a grounding sometimes she would be paymaster handing out my pocket money [usually on a Saturday mornings] or lunch and bus money [on the school days] she would pack me off to school my uniforms clean and neatly pressed upon my return ink stained grass stained creased and dirty [but she would never once complain] she would have eyes in the back of her head always seeing tongues poked out or...a middle finger raised in the air and always knew about those cheeky cigarettes then I aged came a time to leave schoolyards behind and to work I set off making her so proud but also came the late night weekends a license and a car worried she would lay awake at nights till my return usually the late night hour [though she always denied in doing so] now I`m living away from home her mothering I need not so much but her teachings and her lessons are still a part of my life her words of what is wrong what is right still lingers inside my mind she probably still lays awake some nights worrying about my life after all she loves me and is proud for me to call her mum