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A poem I wrote for my mum before she passed away |
Let me share some thoughts with you, some memories held dear Of adventures, tears and laughter we shared throughout the years And help me rewind to golden times, on beaches and by streams When all us little children, held you in high esteem In cluttered vans, with chocolate hands, we travelled far and wide While other kids would run and dare, we'd stay right by your side For you were warm and you were safe, and your smile was strength to us And when the world was looming dark, in you we'd always trust Your soothing voice, your loving arms, a haven from the storm We cared because you cared first, and from you we were born So many days of sheer delight, I recall with gentle smile Of parks and ponds and piggy-backs, and journeys so worthwhile Days of tears and days of fun, and days of sickness too Where you would soothe with smiles and soup, and patiently renew On garden days, in blazing sun, you basked and tried to rest But ever we would badger you and put you to the test Seven whirlwinds spinning, seven hearts on fire All chirping for your attention, we'd clamour and conspire I cannot count the precious days we spent with you dear mum So many days of thrills and spills, of laughter and of fun And even though today we live our lives so far apart The days I still can be with you, are counted in my heart For life and love are not a sum, are not a date or day And love is true, and I honour you, regardless of your age However many years you've lived, or however many remain My love and reverence for you, will ever be the same So, if one day, when children gather, to celebrate your times But I am absent and far away, and missing from your mind Please don't be sad, and do not be hurt, that I cannot abide But know that when you need my love, I'll be there by your side I do not count one day alone, whether ninety or below But in my heart I count those days where memories were wove Those special days I treasure, that are ever in my mind I spent with you dear mother, those joyfullest of times |