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Mums

Mums are very, very special for they really, really care.
They carry you for all those months and that bond for you is always there.
They nourish you when you are young so you may grow up strong.
They cuddle you and comfort you and try to protect you from all the harm.
They take you for walks, they play with you, teach you to read and write.
They tuck you in at bedtime and peek in at you through the night.
They answer all your questions to 'what is this?' and 'what is that?'
And as you grow they listen to all your chit and all your chat.

On the day that you start school, mums may feel alone;
For they have had you around them, from the day that you were born.
When they take you to the classroom and leave you there within,
They know one chapter in your life has gone and a new one will begin.
Now mums will encourage you to do your best at school;
To listen to the teachers and obey the rules.
But you can be at the bottom of the ladder or climb to the hall of fame,
Up or down the ladder, mums will love you just the same.

Now mums are getting older and you are older too.
The years how swiftly they have flown as you've matured and grew,
You are your own person now, with independent ways.
Mums have so many memories of countless happy days.
Tender treasured things you've said, funny things you've done.
Accomplishments that you've done; achievements, praises you have won.
You have strove to be the best, sometimes you've lost a play
But you have gone on to succeed and win another day.

Lovingly composed by Mary Rodham, aged 44 (plus a bit more)