This striking short poem endeavours to capture the initial perception and role of many mothers and the appreciation we would like to express but do not have the words to do it.
There when you need her, always taken as read.
Appreciated? Not really. Just need clothes and then fed.
Told off many times, “Get up you’re late!”
That voice again! Is this my life’s fate?
The housework, the grub never known to fast
Mum’s a Trojan for work and had to be fast.
Grew up, grew wiser now Mum knows a lot less.
Now educated, now cleverer, think I am best.
But Mum’s birthday today makes me take stock.
Smarter than I thought, does come as a shock!
Kindly and generous, always giving, always there.
Never selfish, never judging, just there to care.
Love is a word often hard just to say.
But to my Mum I should shout it every blessed day!