(A little happy birthday poem for my mum)
To the mum who nurtured me before I was born.
Who laughed when I pointed at birds in the morn.
Who made chocolate crackles in a blue and white bowl.
And let me chase kids when the cake mix they stole.
Who brought out the vinegar when I got burnt in the sun.
And sat on the beach, where we had lots of fun.
Who took me to school on crispy cold days.
Who taught me to garden, who watched my school plays.
To the mum who allowed me to fly overseas.
To Noumea, speaking French, despite all the fees.
Who never worried about report cards saying I talked too much.
Who helped me with assignments, and drawings and such.
Who lent me her car, when I started to drive.
And waited up late, until home I’d arrive.
Who let me go exploring with Rod and my mates.
From sunrise to sunset, and on cracker nights late.
Who helped me to learn all the plants for a job.
At a nursery, where I learned to earn a few bob.
For all that above, and for much more too.
Happy Birthday dear mum, for all that you do.