MOTHER

I WAS ASKED TO PEN A POEM AFTER THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADIES MOTHER AND THIS IS WHAT I CAME UP WITH

MOTHER

IF I COULD PICK UP A MAGIC PHONE

HEAVEN I WOLD CALL

I WOULD ASK TO SPEAK TO MY MOTHER.

I WOULD THANK HER FOR SHOWING ME RIGHT FROM WRONG

FOR TEACHING ME TO WALK AND TALK

FOR TEACHING ME MY A,B,C.

TEACHING ME HOW TO SPELL.

TEACHING ME ALL THOSE FUNNY NUMBERS

THAT SHE KNEW SO WELL

SHE TAUGHT ME HOW TO RIDE A BIKE

SHE TAUGHT ME HOW TO SWIM TO KNIT.TO BAKE TO SEW.

THE KNOWLEDGE I TOOK IN.

SHE TOLD ME OF SEX AND HOW THE SEED WAS PLANTED

HOW IT GREW WITHIN

SHE TAUGHT ME THE RULES OF LIFE

IT WAS A LOT TO TAKE IN

NOW I AM A MOTHER

HER KNOWLEDGE GETS PASSED ON......

IF I HAD A MAGIC PHONE TO HEAVEN

I WOULD THANK MY MUM

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