To My Mum From Trish
Love is never perfect
people try their best
I remember Mum
with all her faults
written on her chest
she forever dressed me
in colours I detest
she loved to see her darling
dressed in clothes of pink
at times she would chastise me
for things I had not done
like tied up to the clothes line
I did not think was fun
Mothers are not perfect
yet try their best for you
she was ever helping
the people that she knew
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