A Mother Like No Other
Another day, another night,
Another yawn, another fright
Another roll, another bath,
Another tear, another laugh.
Another ticket, another fare,
Another lift, another stair.
No other choice, no other way.
No more night, no more day.
No more girly trips, no more swimming,
No more banging doors, no more lights that need dimming.
No more Lady Green lunches, no more brunch in Spoons,
No more drips or needles, no more flitting between rooms.
No more us, no more we,
No more you, no more me.
No other love, no other pride.
No more pain, no more sighs.
Another place, another time,
Another gin, another wine.
A mother’s touch, a mother’s glance,
“Hello Lad”, our final dance.
Love ya Mum, we’re all really miss you xx
Keith
10/05/2024
