This day you’ve been alive your full twenty-five
And I’m sitting at Our Creek Ben,
wishing you could know
The rainbow
in my heart.
Years of memories un-predicted
During which I’ve become
Addicted
To being Mum.
It’s true I struggle to remember
The sequence of events that day
With clarity
That specialness deserves.
And Gone, in the blink of my eye
Times so rich with learning
With loving,
With struggling, striving to be all
For you, This day you’ve been alive your full twenty-five.
Yet resounding through time
A desperateness that aches
Fills my chest
My desire to be the best
And as the old ‘not good enough’ stays present
I push, push it down
Make it acquiescent,
Remind myself
I do learn, I do love
I struggle, and yearn and yearn to be
Yours, your Mum
In only the way Mum Could
And what I now should understand is
No one will share the love
that though we’re now untied, unites us
Hand In Glove
With the beauty of this day you’ve been alive your full twenty-five.