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!