Happy Be-Day Mum.

There are days….

I kinda wonder

What to say about this person.

That person in those days,

Cuddling us from the cradle

Of our first cry

To mulding us in for our first fly.

Even when circumstance

Retards, distach and discard

The fly for a price,

That yet we know will pay with pride.

She is the black and brown (they say).

And my MUM,

That not knowing they do

A ray of blessing to mankind.

That black diamond,

Providing ounce of gold to the world.

We L-O-V-E YOU MUM!

Happy be-day.