This is a poem for the mothers of Ireland
A small gesture to show our appreciation and love
Because on Mother’s Day, there’s no better way
To say yiz are all heavenly angels sent from above
From the very start and those first nine months
It was clear that you’d be a great mummy
As you walked around with a big smile on your face
And never complained how I was stretching your tummy…
I can’t say I remember the day of my birth,
But I’m told that you were brave as can be
Breathing in and breathing out through those moments of pain
…Until out *popped* little me!
My childhood is filled with memories of you
Whisking me up into your arms to shower with cuddles
In between shouting “Ah Jesus Christ almighty!”
When I’d ruin your clean floors after jumping in puddles…
The mother goose; the watchful lioness;
The sideline cheerleader always supporting my cause
Indeed you’re a woman of many formations
From in-house chef to Santa Clause!
I remember you wiping my tears when friends were mean
Or when things went wrong, as they often do
And should a teacher ever treat me unfairly?
Oh, you can bet they’d have my mum to answer to.
Through the years your roles have changed somewhat;
Lifts to the local disco replacing picnics in the park
And I learnt I could always count on you to tell me
When my outfit clashed, or my fake tan was “far too dark!”
You’re a women who appreciates honesty
So I’ll say it straight – sometimes you drive me spare
Like when we’re watching a film together
And you continuously ask “Wait, what happened there?!”
But whilst you don’t get movies
You seem always know when I’m in need of a chat or a vent
And with a cuppa tea and a bikkie (or two)
This time together is always time well spent
So despite the constant questions during movies
And the slight digs at my hairstyle or fake tan (!!)
What I’m trying to say is that you’re one in a million
And I’m so thankful that you’re my mum/ my mammy/ my mam. <3
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