Happy Birthday... To Me!
It’s got to the stage
Of my mum’s old age,
Where I buy all my own cards
For her sign, and address them to me,
When she can summon up the energy.
So, I bought myself the birthday card
I wanted to receive,
The one I truly deserve,
Though some may wonder
At my nerve…
A line of superheroes bedecked the top,
Hulk, Captain America, Ironman, the lot.
“You’re not just a Superhero,
You’re a Super Son, as well…”
Self-praise, though, is no recommendation.
I offered it for her to sign, with trepidation.
‘Flipping Heck,’ she wrote in her spidery hand!
You would have to know her, to understand.
I go back home to connect with my roots!
“Be a good boy!” she continued, “From Mum.”
And so now, I know. I am still her ‘little boy,’
Who has grown too big for his boots!