Our Mam. Poem by Daffodil Jackson

With a clip round the ear
And a caustic tongue,
Our Mam taught the difference
Between right and wrong.
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She was an awkward old devil
And by God could she cuss.
But she was 'Our Mam'
And we could have done wuss.
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For although we were poor
We always got fed.
There'd be big pots of stew
And doorsteps of bread.
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And at Christmas and birthdays
Our Mam did us proud.
Celebrations at our house
Were raucously loud.
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But now we're all grown
And have long left the nest.
Our Mams work is done
And she's gone to her rest.
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Re-united with Dad
And free from all pain.
Goodnight our Mam
Till we meet again.