my mum

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I cannot write
the kind of lines
that rhyme in
glossy greeting cards
with cheesy
sentimental fluff
about how much you mean

but you, my mum
deserve some effort here

for all the years
you’ve listened
helped
and worried
when I’m far away

for care you took
when I was small
to let me know
that I was loved
and housework
could be left to wait
’til we had finished
play

for sharing love
of books and nature
accepting my
wildflower bouquets
returning
to the library
time
and time
and time again

for working hard
to scrimp and save
so we could learn
in better ways
away from those
who were not friends

for being loyal
supporter
and cheering me
when I have doubts

for building values
for my life
and yet
accepting choices
I have made
though they’d not
be your own

so I thank you
from my heart
for being there
for being you
for simply
being
my
mum

outside

the mystical pull
of the outside
tugs against
the rational arguments
of cold
and wet
and windswept
so
wrapped up
in coat and gloves
I stroll
camera poised
searching
for mother nature’s
spring treasures
of golden blooms
hidden in
shady hedgerows
in between
the brambles
and when
the hailstorm
begins
I tuck the camera away
and grin
as hailstones
sting my cheeks
and bounce off
my gloved fingers
and in my heart
I’m dancing
in the
wind