To Mummies everywhere. Cherish every moment, time flies.
Things were fine,
My mother said
Until you got
That double bed.
It’s just confirmed
My awful fear
That you will marry soon
My dear.
You are no more
My little lamb
Whom I was pushing
In that pram.
You’ve grown beyond
A teenage grot
And now you’re going
To tie the knot.
I studied mother
With despair
And noticed that
Her auburn hair
Showed little streaks
Of silver grey,
I knew what she was
Trying to say.
But as she pulled me
To her knee,
The time had come
To struggle free.
MadHouseMum©