To our dearest mother,
In your teens,
You were supreme,
You had a knack for life,
But now your years,
Abolish your fears,
And cut them like a knife
This lady named Sue,
Met a man no-one knew
They met and hit off right away.
Got married, and soon
They were on Honeymoon,
This couple showed the meaning of gay.
And now the good part,
For your life may now start
The consequence of the love that you share,
A baby in waiting
Is yours for the taking
Now think not that life is unfair
Another, too soon
All mothers do swoon
For a new born is cuter than older
Tia and Brooke
Mum, and a chook
Now move to place where it’s colder
With no-one in harm
This family on a farm
Are celebrating because you have won,
A family of gold
(or so we’ve been told)
Who cares, forty one years of fun! ! !
I enjoyed this very much. Wonderful style laced iwith fun. Delightful! Marilyn
I love the way you set this poem out.... the way you have structured the rhyming is quite unique and flows fantasticly. Great Write think you taught me something here thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aw brooke this is great.. i bet your mother loves this. lol. .jeSs..