Mother
When you had us kids,
mum became your name.
Regardless of you real one,
when we called it out, you came.
You’d hear us near and far,
there was nothing you couldn’t fix,
you’d appear, ready to act,
with a plaster or a kiss.
There for every moment,
from tiny steps to mighty leaps,
and because of that we love you,
heaps and heaps and heaps.
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