I told them, I showed them
I gave them advice
I taught them and trained them
Not once but twice!
Loved them
And nurtured them
Made everything nice
To comfort and ease their minds
In trouble and strife.
All these things I have done
Once, twice and thrice.
Now they are older
They can cry on my shoulder
For I am here if they need me
I love them believe me.
I am their true friend you see,
Mother of Three.
Cath, Robert and Steve.
Shortly after writing this poem
I very sadly became Mother of Two.
Steven, my eldest passed away.
But I still talk with him everyday.
August 2008
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