I've never really thought this out
A simple task for some
For poetry's sake I thought about
What really makes a mum?
A loving smile, a guiding hand
The chances I've been given
A bond I'll never understand
I hope I'll be forgiven
For sending her to hell and back
As life around grew harder,
But mum was there throughout it all
With a hug - and well-stocked larder.
A scowl, a frown, a look disdained
She'd caught me doing wrong.
The tone of voice as she bellowed my name
Came out like an ostrich song!
There's nothing like a big old row,
It always clears the air.
You'll never win with your old mum
Of this I must declare!
You shout and scream, you whinge and sulk
And grumble ever more,
It's a knocking bet, don't get upset
Coz she's been here before!