I wrote this poem for my beautiful mother on her birthday.
When we were new born babies,
and there was crying, spit ups and poo.
Who would comfort and clean us up?
It was always you.
When we started preppies,
and everything was terrifying and new.
Who made us feel it would be ok?
It was always you.
When we got ready for a party,
and our hair was all askew.
Who made us look like princesses?
It was always you.
When we were teased or bullied,
and left feeling sad and blue.
Whose loving words would build us up?
It was always you.
When we were feeling down and out,
with a nasty cold or flu.
Who would nurse us back to health?
It was always you.
When we felt like giving up,
not sure of what path to pursue.
Who told us to reach for the stars?
It was always you.
Who told us about our Saviour,
and showed us it was true,
through a life lived in obedience and love?
It was always you.
You’re not just a Super-Mum,
you’re our best friend too.
Who helps us with all this and more?
It’s still always you.