Once in my teenage years, from the living room window, me and Mum were staring out at the army of beaten council house terraces that bullied the expectation of our aspirations, when she looked at me and ... Mother Said “Leave this town,” my mother said These three words live in my head “I love this town,” my mother told But you are young and I am old “The world is wide,” my mother taught These four words I seized and sought “Enjoy the world,” my mother shared and thanks to he

I've always wanted to write a poem dedicated to my mum. So I finally did. But it's also for all mothers everywhere who do the best (and sometimes hardest) job in the world. Bless you one and all! M.O.T.H.E.R. My One True Hero Ever Rules The Queen who crowns my joy with jewels My One True Hero Ever Reins The Hand who guides me through the pain My One True Hero Ever Roots The Earth who turns my buds to shoots My One True Hero Ever Rears The Arm who cradles all my years My One T