10 May 2010


The people who had a special day are mums of course, they have a the gift called life to give us.
Now I think that's kinda special don't you, and then they have help us grow, listen to us when were down and then to cheer us when were upward bound.
So with in this mind a poem struck, it's just about mums, now ain't that luck.

 We call them mothers, don’t you know
We all have them, of course we do
There always there, always around
They hear us make, our very first sound
And you wouldn’t guess what it would be
Oh yes it’s a cry, that’s what it would be
Then along comes the nappies
And the bottoms to wipe
The noses that run, the cough in the night
Then short trousers come along
And he gets into fights
He stays out later than he should be
The trousers get longer’ cause his legs do to
He soon starts to look down on her
Now he’s growing quite tall
Well things start to change in funny sort of ways
The young boy has gone, he’ll not be there again
He’s growing up and now he’s a man
All these things happen
But there’s one thing I know
Mum will be mother, she’s special to me
I don’t remember the nappies
The cries in the night
But I know there was always mum there to make it alright
Now time always marches on
It’s one thing we all agree
Mums are forever I think you’ll agree
Whether hear or in heaven, they’ll always be 

S W T Read 2010

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