I love you Mum,
I don’t always say those words aloud...

When we wonder what you’re doing
You’re probably on the toilet...

Old scriptures of lust, forgotten and lost,
Buried by time, frozen in frost...

The first time I saw you, I knew you were mine.
We stood together, in the dark we would shine...

Your wings are my spring,
Nostalgic and warm...

You are the thunder, to the mournful start,
The storm, which brews deep in my heart...

This bracelet. My bracelet. You know, it reminds...

No longer will you make me feel like dirt,
No longer will you make me hurt...

The smell hits me first,
freshly washed cotton...

I love you…
God, how I long to say the words...

You ventured where people dared not go,
Was that a whisper, you heard far below...

You came into my life one day, so friendly and so...
For that I give you a poem, one that you can read...