Happy Birthday to you
Thanks for all that you do
You look after us well
And make a great stew
Just in case there is still any doubt, I am NOT a poet but once, for an online course I was facilitating, I wrote a note poem about my Mum.
Sometimes when we came home from school--when we were much older than we are in the picture below of course--my Mum would be out. She would leave us a note to tell us where she was. My mother always wrote very short notes. Usually they were just 2 lines. Something like:
Mum.
Here is my poem:
Travelling Mum
Bank Street Mum
Market Mum
Downtown Mum
Art Centre Mum
So many Mums?
But a Mum who always
comes home to become
Kitchen Mum
Garden Mum
Front Porch Mum
Laundry Room Mum
and Bedroom Mum
tucking us in before sleep.
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