AN ODE TO MUM

Dear Mum, something is not quite right
It’s 9.00 o’clock on Tuesday night
The kettle’s boiled, my laptop charged
And Max (the dog) escorts me like a guard
To the bedroom, my regular place
For Skype and to see your smiling face

We had such fun on Tuesday nights
We laughed, we sang and talked for hours
Of memories shared, but mostly yours
Of Bognor when you were a girl
And meeting Dad who left you in a whirl
With his blue eyes and Irish lilt
Dancing you round the floor at full tilt

Thursday nights are also hard
No family Skype with sometimes six
And Alan’s jokes thrown in the mix
He’d change the background, what a card
We’re in a café. Oh no we’re not
Now in a forest, a lovely spot
You’d Oo and ahh! Saying where have you been?
As he’d popped back up into the scene!

But soon we must say our last Goodbye
As you go tap dancing in the sky
Tuesdays and Thursdays will be so hard to do
But will always be a special reminder of you.

We love and miss you Mum. 

Denise child number 4 😊