Mother,
Mummy,
This scrawl is all for you,
You’re my biggest fan,
My support network,
My inspiration,
My maternal cheerleader,
Solace is wherever you are,
Every trial I face,
Each scratch and broken bone,
Or tumbling down the foulest fissure,
I stand stalwart,
Because you’re there,
I may be a mummy’s boy,
But there’s no shame,
Quite the contrary,
I’m proud to be your son,
I love you mum.

I only had daughters…but I dearly love the bonus sons our daughters have chosen! ❤️
Awww! I’m so glad to hear it! 🤗
The Oldschool Harlequin
no shame in being a mummy’s boy…a vampire’s boy is a different story. 😉
Haha, oh yes! That would be a different kettle of fish. 😂
The Oldschool Harlequin
🙂
A beautiful poem honoring your mom. Bless you😊👍
Thank you my friend. I just had to do it. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
Excellent 😊
nicely done! ❤
Thank you! ❤️
The Oldschool Harlequin