To My Mother

from ABCs and one two please can you brush your teeth and stop throwing your peas, here’s your bus fare, gimme a text when you get there, I love you pet I’ll say a wee prayer.

we’re never too old to need a hand to hold or your shoulder and a tissue to blow our nose, or late night lifts that end with hugs and a kiss, gossip on your lips with no complaints, dinner warmed up before empty plates are left to wash themselves but no other mother can fill the shelves with love like yours and compassion like a lesson in learning to fashion a cosy coat over our hearts because it’s cold outside but a little worry melts a lot of ice and with you our warmth is sunbeams vs ice cream

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