I remember when I was small, Mum,
and not exactly a lady,
sitting on your lap with Mike,
as you told us a bedtime story.
I remember coming home from school
to find you always there.
Lunch on the table,
buns, cakes or brown bread baking in the oven.
I remember your goodnight kisses each night,
often in vain,
as many nights you had to return,
with a threatening shout of ‘Go to sleep’.
I remember that wonderful Christmas,
when you made clothes for my tiny tears,
and the many mornings you woke before five am,
to drive me to the pool.
I remember Dad’s illness
and your strength, courage and guidance
as we laughed our way through hell,
with you at the helm.
I remember the day I became a mother,
and as I struggled through tiredness,
and worried through teenagers,
I understood all that you had sacrificed.
I remember so many memories Mum,
over so many years,
The love, fun, laughter, and tears
of family life in 108.
Today it is Mother’s Day,
and I hope
you’ll forgive me for featuring you in my blog,
For today Mum, it is with pleasure I remember you.
Happy Mothers day to my Mum in a million. xxxx