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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. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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