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Well, it’s that commercial day the community celebration of Mother’s Day But for me, the thoughts of the presents and all the trappings of show, it does nothing My preference is to thought Mum, I remember you as a young looking chic and cool no lines of age, no glasses with which to read You teaching me as a child, even pushing me on a swing The country walks, me looking at this and that even the ants and bees. You taking time to explain, even when I was playing games with the cuts and scrapes of childhood games You would pick me up the smell of your perfume, the whispered words to comfort, the hug of pure love Your laughter when you looked at Dad, and without him you so sad And as the years pass, you no longer by my side To reassure and say I am loved without our cards and presents and fan fare Wish you were here so we could hear your laughter and voice of the cool advice As once more we would hold you so dear and live with the smell of your perfume Mum, you and dad made my life so grand and today, me feeling so alone And this is all one can say.. Miss you, mum Think of you every day Bern

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