Writings and Witterings

Mother’s Day

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‘You can only have one Mother
Patient kind and true
No other friend in all the world
Will be the same to you’.

Remember the verse?
Who wrote it? Who knows?

It pleased Mum–kind of.
I was ten, sis was eight

We rowed on Mother’s Day

Went to church
my sis and I

Collected bookmarks with violets
took them to Mum

But we failed to do something
I don’t remember what

I remember her shouting …
and we went up the shop

where we found the small book-shaped vase
with the inscription above.

With the last of our pocket money
we bought it with love

She felt guilty for shouting…

We didn’t get it for that.

Polly Stretton © 2012

English: Mother's Day card


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