2 June 2012
She's there if something's happy,
She'll clap, applaud, be proud,
And equally when depression-
Sets upon me like a cloud.
She'll meet me when I'm lonely,
Make me tea and take me out,
And when I am rebellious,
She'll quell it with a shout.
I know it's necessary,
When I'm foul at the time,
But after she lets me cool off,
I know the fault is mine.
She'll listen to me brag,
As if it's no big deal,
She'll let me choose my favourites,
Sometimes for our meals.
She'll watch me in performances,
Understands I like the stage,
She'll let me free to be myself,
Not trap me in a cage.
She's beautiful and modellesque,
Red-haired, blue eyes and smile,
Professional, successful,
And yet, all the while:
At home she's not a teacher,
She's as brilliant as they come,
I'm glad to say, and proud to say:
She'll always be my mum.
I Love Her. • Opuss № I