Love your Mum...

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Mar 25, 2017

"It must've been hard, rearing four healthy young boys
trying to earn some money for nice clothes, and new toys.
But mum managed somehow to cope on her pittance of pay,
to bring up her lads, in her own special way.
The headaches, and worry was part of her daily life,
never ever appreciated, for being a mother, and a wife.
We loved her to bits, of that there's no doubt,
but I wish we could've told her, as she scurried about,
alas, she's now gone, and it's oh so too late,
I'm so full of regrets, because my mum was great."

 

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Frank Hornby . commented:
A poem for Mother's Day........xx.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Even if you never said the words Frank your mum would have known, actions speak louder than words...love the poem.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Mums are taken for granted......oh if I could only turn back time.... thanks for your lovely comments Cecilia, .....for reading my poetry...on the other side of our wonderful World.......I look forward to reading your next poem..
Edward shields commented:
Your poem is great. Reminds me of my mum who passed, thank you.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Thanks for the nice comment Edward....we should never let our mums leave our hearts..............(Edward ...are you from Kirkby, Liverpool?.).....I used to know an Eddie Shields, when I was a teenager....way back!......sorry for being nosy.....
Paris Marceau commented:
Aw lovely poem but very sad, shout out to all the mums trying there hardest for their family.
Ovais Khalid commented:
Great Stuff...... Mom is a great soul indeed.
Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem Frank.my mother passed 12 years ago .but her wise words still remain to this day.
Frank Hornby . commented:
...Paris, ..Ovais,..Chris...thanks for the nice comments...mums are special..

 

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