She used to choose my clothes to wear,
She used her spit to comb my hair,
She was rarely, ‘never there’.
That’s my Mum.
She’d get my breakfast set for me,
I’d go to school till half past three,
When I got back she’d get my tea.
That’s my Mum.
She’d let me play outside quite late,
Till six O’clock, with my mate,
If I did wrong, I knew my Fate.
That’s my Mum.
Cuts and Bruises from a fall,
Scrapes and scuffs she’d tend them all,
Come in now, I’d hear her call,
That’s my Mum.
So many years have passed us by,
So much to ask when people die,
Remember the joy, we shouldn’t cry.
Thank You Mum.
