Happy
Birthday to my mother,
She is going to be seventy-eight,
She is going to be seventy-eight,
She
will soon pleasantly discover
That
life can be pleasingly great,
As
she will soon be walking
Without
feeling any suffering,
She
won’t have to use a stick
As
her new hip is getting fit.
I
am seeing her about three
To
take her to the surgery.
Her
partner is now at home,
His
dementia has sadly grown.
I
love my mother with my life;
She
has nurtured me from strife.
©
Andrew Stevenson 25/10/2017
A sonnet.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
What a wonderful uplifting poem for your mother Andrew.
ReplyDeleteA Happy birthday to your mother she has a few years on me and I hope life for her will be great. You are a credit to her.
Yvonne.
Thank you Yvonne, for your kind words. It's my mother's birthday tomorrow. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
DeleteNice work Andrew
ReplyDeleteThank you Aadesh, for you kind comment. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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