mum's a boss
sacrificed and lost
dues paid, and stoically
covered the costs
though problems are rife
her exhibit is strength
doctors said her life
wouldn't reach to this length
born with an atrial septal defect
"hole in the heart"
her own mother, not perfect
was rough from the start
sees ways, and means
she doesn't claim defeat
as tough as they come
still her love so sweet
she fights through, any obstacle
with sheer determination
at Royal Brompton hospital
she is, an inspiration
with acclaim and adoration
she powers on, and powers through
also an inspiration
in our whole, family too
mother stays cool
never played, the fool
made sure we had books
made sure we went to school
far from her experience
her own mother, cruel
a punchbag, a scapegoat
an insurance claim, a tool
world book encyclopedias
and, speak and spell
taught me more than social media
she did us, very well
working those fingertips
down to the bone
cooking great meals
turning house, into home
"early to bed, early to rise,
makes you healthy, wealthy and wise"
a simple phrase, she said at times
which opened up my eyes
science says the same
and I'm inclined, to listen
keen to understand
my circadian rhythm
she taught me, how to cook
and understand the kitchen
mum was so real
when preparing, my thinking
"make sure you wash behind your ears"
or "make your bed"
there was always a logic
to the things that she said
Sundays, and holidays
we had the whole spread
drink, smoke and drugs
never entered, her head
too busy homemaking
and building, our world
"life is too short"
another one of her "pearls"
"stop going, and go"
could be a millitary quote
she's a serious woman
although, she does enjoy a joke
I'm sure I learned, a thing or two
about, bobbing and weaving
she showed me, what was right and wrong
before the age, of leaving
self disciplined
and she handed it down
tracked me down
when I was acting, like a rat, around town
could have killed her, at birth
stressed her out, in my teens
still showed me, my worth
taught us, what love means
she'd put some extra dumplings
in the soup
especially, for me
because, I didn't like the chicken neck
knowing something
would take root
in my growth, both physically
and in respect
she took a rain cheque
on all vices and pleasures
choose to dedicate her life
instead, to its treasures
was a time I went to work, with her
cleaned offices, all night
emptied bins, and sanitized
everything in sight
the lessons, that my mother taught
ended to be right
she's a homeowner
and, I tend to be alright
my mum has her own way
of calling my name
in good company
if someone, calls me the same
from "it doesn't worth it"
to "every mickle, makes a muckle"
to something light hearted
and said with a chuckle
mum's wisdom, was key
to my early development
safeguarded me
from all types of derailment
she never gave up
stopping me, from going bad
never, ever, came between
me, and my dad
although, she never knew her dad
for most of her life
she wouldn't put us through
that sort of pain and strife
she did it all by herself
"your health, is your wealth"
my mother taught me how
to take care of myself
a favourite aunty, and sister
an endeared grandmother
a highly esteemed friend
and we all, love each other
she's juggled, and hustled
to make ends meet
bustled and rustled
for bills paid, and food to eat
she's done a great job
with her life so far
that's why, my mum's a boss
she's a... Superstar!
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