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How She Was



( I loved my Mum , But she was always a free soul )

She was the very best of the best
And the worst of the worst~
She traveled all over
And quenched every thirst~
When something it was over
She'd move right on ag'en~
And only then return
When and if she got the yen~
She'd say exactly what she thought
And no matter at all to whom~
One could never ever miss her
Not even in a crowded room~
She'd do exactly as she pleased
And no matter what~
She was always just herself
If they liked it or if not~
A woman full of surprises
And one could never guess~
What wonderful things that my Mum
Could make make out of a mess~
When one thought they had her
They never ever had her at all~
Come rain or come shine
She always had a ball~
She lived her life to the limit
Come day or come night~
And when she made a statement
She always was usually right~
She could dance she could love
And she could almost see in the dark~
One very talented and vibrant woman
Who was always as bright a spark~
She left no stone unturned in life
Missed nothing not at all~
No matter who ever tried to down her
My Mum she always stood so tall~
Everyone they loved her so
And they all hated her too~
That was everyone she met in life
And that was more than a few~
She spread so much love and laughter
And simply thrived on pure hell~
Nobody ever forgot her
They all knew her far too well~
She could take simply anything on
And just as easy throw it away~
And go on with life regardless and
Live yet well another day~
She was all that she said she was
So she' d say with pride~
She could welcome you into her home
And just as easy cast you aside~
There was more to this woman in life
Than anyone ever ever knew~
She could tell you a lie to your face
And as well prove it was true~
She'd sometimes play out a fantasy
And almost make it become real~
She had her own charisma and then some
Never ever hid how she did feel~
She could sing like an angel
And then she could steal your heart~
And once she had gotten it
She could just as easy rip it apart~
Nobody ever owned her in life
She was her very own soul~
She could act like a child at times
Or a woman so very old~
In her life she lived several lifetimes
And lived them all so very well~
She had her own brand of religion
And always rang her own bell~
Everyone that thought they knew her
They never ever knew in life why~
She could make a soul so very happy
And then give them more reasons to cry~

But She Was My Mum .
A woman never in life to be under estimated
in any way  ..


Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988.

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