To a mother on her special day

People often ask me what makes you so grand;

its not the big things; but the little things you do,

i replied walking hand in hand across the sand.

the smiles, the hugs and the love all from you;

taking me places; while holding my hand.

But its so much more;

reading books while lying on my bed

all the loving things you’ve said;

The visit to the hositpal when i was four

when you sat by bed when i was unwell;

and the skinned knee i got when i fell

the tears you cried only made me love you more.

The rules and discipline you gave to help me grow;

and the words you wouldnt let me say

the punishment i got when i disobeyed

and the veggies and fruit you made me eat so;

i would be the person i am today.

My dreams you helped fulfilled

the time spent watching the clouds;

roll by on the window sill.

The creativity, passion and imagination you instilled

to let me be…. whatever i wanted to be

So… i sigh “that is why you are so grand’

to you my mum, on her special day

a little token, a print of my hand

to remember how little i was; forever and a day