I love the world
I love my mum
She’s been a special sort of chum
Not all are so blessed To have a mum
Who’s dressed with the classisest style
Who’s her own complete self
No sitting on a shelf
Not for this femme de ‘svelte’.
So fortunate am I,
She taught me about the skies
The heavens above and Hades down below
About Brahms and Bach, Braque, Renoir and so
Yoga and meditation and even civil mediation
She taught me to be myself Laugh when I want
And beware of hubristic nonchalance.
With care I do tread, every footstep in life,
Risks I do take, but carefully calculated: no strife J
If it wasn’t for mum; my special best chum,
My life would never have lived,
My face: stony expressionless and glum.
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