Once adorned with ringlets now curls,
That soft, gentle face unfurls
All the kindness and understanding it has borne,
The brow never wrinkled, the eyes unforlorn.
A kind word can always be found
On the lips so sweet and round,
A guiding hand is ever ready,
If your dreams seem to eddy.
Love and encouragement are her basic deeds,
Willing to succumb to all your needs,
An interest in everything she takes,
With her hands my Mum creates.
Who could have created such a wonderful Mum,
With whom all my life I have had fun,
To me and all surrounding she exceeds all,
Mum! what a perfect name to call.
