MOTHER SAID
Never go out on a stomach that’s empty,
Was one of my mother’s foibles.
If it’s only a salad sandwich,
You’ll ward off possible problems.
And always drink plenty of liquid
Or you’ll find you’ll run out of oomph.
She was always there to tend my wounds
(I was always hurting something)
My comfort when I was anxious,
She was my guardian angel
Though hard up, she denied me nothing.
Perhaps, looking back, I was spoilt.
But I’ll always remember her comments
If I live to be a hundred.
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