Mother Dear

Timely, times;
and different, differences.
moody, moods;
and sickly sicknesses

what it means,
i do not know.
what you read,
is a new low.

i love my mum;
but she's stuffed in the head.
i write this poem,
to make her laugh in bed.

you cared for me,
when i was ill.
now i care for you,
while you take your pills.

you'll be fine,
i know it's true.
but i know it's true,
because it's you.

your strong.
stronger than you know,
and that's why it's true;
true that i love you...

**this was written for my mum, who is going to have a brain tumor removed tomorrow. LOVE YOU MUM, you'll be fine...it's you**