At This Stage Of Life 'you No-Longer Annoy' Poem by Mark Heathcote

Mother, we are so different you, I
You were born in the forties me the sixties.
We can never agree or see eye to eye,
Now you're in your sixties I'm in-my-forties.
The differences between us are closing,
And now I am starting to visualise,
Look we're in a new chapter we're both-ageing
No more bitter arguments, no more goodbyes.
At this stage of life, 'you no longer annoy.'
Of you and me, let us have a new picture.
One that if we cry - our tears are filled with joy
No more sadness, just our two hearts richer
Mother, it's like looking back in the mirror.
With you at my right hand, my life's true author.