I love you, mother,for the things you do,
always making our dreams come true.
Telling us the difference between right and wrong,
and reading us stories , attempting songs.
Everyday we wake up,
You\'re always out of bed.
Sometimes you need a rest;
to, of course, rest your weary head.
Everyone in our house finds you, oh-so-sweet,
but most of all,you keep the rooms neat!
We appreciate your contribution keeping the household sane,
You also talk to lots of people, next-door and down the lane .
Being a mum must be tough work,
Sometimes , I suppose you feel berserk!
We don\'t get a chance to say how we intend;
especially when you are doing a backwards bend.
If you could doze off to troubless sleep,
climbing a mountain ,very steep,
What would you dream of,I wonder why?
Would you dream about me ,the apple of your eye?