Mum,
All that I am, I owe to you.
The good bits I mean,
The stuff that’s true.
The things that come naturally,
To love, to care.
To be the one
Who is always there.
For others.
And it’s fair to say,
It’s not easy
Carrying on some days.
You do your best
And that’s what I do.
Faithful to that part of you.
Am I’m glad,
I work as hard as I do
To be the best me
Thank god for you.
A Poem by Lena Britnell