Not always easy me and mum

But sparks ignite loving hearts

And fire up a love that runs and runs

Firing true for my mum and me

Special relations mums and sons

As I’ve seen so clearly, with my own ones

Maybe too alike, maybe too different

Sparks just happened along the way 

Both too stubborn, both never to give in

But the clashes only stood out, because really so few

Poor Dad having to settle his two best loves 

No sides taken, a priceless art

Growing up with you mum, gave me safety and the confidence to fly

Your love and support so clear to see

Parental pride and protectionism, at its loving best 

So in my minds eye, the thing I see 

Pure love shinning out of those pale eyes, looking caringly over me