Treasure Island

nicola collins


my mum


mums are there for caring
they make the bad seem good
to be there when you need them
to be there an understood
they make the world seem happy
when things are really bad
to make you smile and laugh
to be there when your sad

My mum is now an angel
watching from a far
i just look up and see her
the biggest brightest star
i miss my mum so dearly
she is always in my heart
although she is in heaven
a million miles apart

There is so much i want to tell her
i wish i had the chance
to her that that i love her
if i only had the chance
one day i will see her
and hold her in my arms
to see her loving smile
and her funny loving charms

Why did she have to go
i miss her so so much
i miss her laugh and smile
and her sweet and loving touch
she always made life better
and helped me on my way
to grow in to a woman
and be what i am today

love you mum 18/01/09

Submitted: Sunday, January 18, 2009

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