Mum
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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