My Mum

by John Smallshaw
(London, England)

My Mum is now getting old
She can no longer tell me off as I was once told.
But the lessons she taught I will never forget....
and the love she still gives is so special and yet..
I wish I had done more.
My Mum never once closed the door or said
you're not welcome here..
..and I fear..I was a bad lad.
I often did things that made my Mum sad.
She just loved me the same.
I guess Mums know the game and how to play well
and if I fell as a boy or broke a favourite toy
Mum kissed troubles away.
Mum, I would just like to say that you are the best
you made your children a nest..you're a dove.
I think that Mum is another name
For love.