There is forgetfulness
And negligence
There is hurt
And there is pain
There are wounds that cut so deeply
And will cut you time again.
There are memories
Of kisses
And cuddles
Full of joy
There is happiness
And hopefulness
For each girl and every boy.
There are wishes
That you make for them
And plans
That go astray
There are times
Of great futility
And ones of fun and play.
They leave you
And you wonder
If all you’ve done
Was right
If the scoldings
And the loving
Were really worth the fight.
There are times
You only see the face
Of the child
You held so dear
There are times
You see the person
And they fill your heart with fear.
There are times
When being a mother
Is a gift
From up above
When all that is
Remembered
Is the gift of so much love.
But in all the times
Of wonderment
In all the times
Of pain
Remember please
Dear Mum of ours
That you are loved
Time and time
And time
Again.
(6-3-05)