There’s Batman & Robin and Joker the fool
Two-face and Penguin, The Riddlers a Tool
Superman, Aquaman, Green Lanterns Light
Cyborg and Nightwing are Ravens delight

As I walk through the Poppy Fields
Watching the Red Flower glow
I pause, and reflect, on the men that fell
Men I didn’t even know.

Loved ones from a different time.
Taken from us in their prime
Bodies lying dead strewed all around
The grave stones of people from all different towns.

In the Poppy fields as I ponder
I sit and think and often wonder
What might have been all those

In my life I've had heartache and pain over and over and over again.
I’ve been battered and beaten for no **** good reason. Accused and abused no matter the season

I’ve laughed I’ve cried & remembered those who have died like My brother, My Sister My Mum  and My Dad. They were  All in my life all that I had. I tell a lie I have another brother too from a family of six down to just two.

In my life I’ve seen things that make me cry, like a dog with its head blown off I don’t know why. I seen a man who died from falling from on high. It’s vague image now and yes he did die. In my life I’ve lost those that I loved, some are still here and some are above. I have six children who I really miss, my babies are growing up I have no one to kiss.

In my life I remember faces and places and names of people from all different races. I’ve held  Kangaroos, Koalas, & Snakes I've seen people who just love eating cakes.
The memories are clear, true and unjust In My Life they were people I'd trust

As I leave my loved ones so far behind
They are never further from my mind
My Wife, My Son, My baby daughter
We go over the top like lambs to the slaughter
I peek out, pop my head out ever so slightly
I’m scared that I will never get back to Dear old Blighty

The days, the weeks, and months pass by,
I’ve seen so many soldiers I’ve watched them all die
Friends and comrades from all different ages
There’s a soldier who writes home he uses some many pages
For King, For Country, for an Empire so mighty
I hope someday to go back to Dear old Blighty.

My friends are gone, there is no one
They all died in the battle of the Somme
This war that I leave makes me grieve
I'm not sure if I can go on
I’ve been shot, I’m wounded but thank god Almighty
I’m going home back to Dear old Blighty

All my Yesterday’s are all your Tomorrow’s
And Tomorrow is a day I long for
To see my wife, My children, To eat good english food
Will there be no end to this needless war

All my Yesterday’s should always be your Tomorrow’s
And tomorrow is a day that I miss
For yesterday is just a dream
There is no time to reminisce

All my Yesterday’s are like all your Tomorrow’s
And Tomorrow never comes
for Tomorrow is just a vision
With a distant sound of the drums

All my Yesterday’s will always be your Tomorrow’s
How have I managed to cope
Yesterday is just a dream of happiness
And Every Tomorrow is a vision of Hope

There was a small brown Richard the third
In my hands it’s sounds absurd
I looked at it and stared at it
And thought it best
To put the Richard The Third back in its nest

My benefits were stopped after I lost my appeal
For a problem with my back which is ever so real

I applied for a job with real good money
I have to take it serious this job isn’t funny

I’m approaching 50 with enough to show
They liked my cv that I do know

I’m glad I’m off that awful benefits
It’s get you down makes you feel like ****

My back will not dictate to me anymore
I’m in charge it will know the score.

At last I have turned a corner in my life
My next objective is to get me a wife.

I’m happy not sad and I’m not a cruiser
I have a friend who really is a loser

The people at my appeal did me a favour
Finally I have something that I can savour

From 16 years old I was on benefits
Coasting through life it really is the pits.

But finally after trying for so many years
I got myself a job so cheers

As I look into your eyes.
Your smile is so radiant
As we walk under the stars
And we talk for hours on end.
As the moon shines down
Upon us both
And time is against us
As I smell your scent
With my money you spent
I don’t get a kiss or a cuddle
I just get myself all in a muddle.
Wondering if you like me at all
Maybe you do or maybe you don’t
Maybe you will maybe you won’t
It’s time for me to express my feelings
I just want to say I love you

Ivan has got a big fod
He’s also bit of a barmy sod
He thinks he’s Sean Connery
But he’s no even honary
Ivan has got a big fod

Ivan has got big tash
He loves to eat bangers and mash
He sits staring  into space
With a blank look upon his face
Ivan has got a big tash

Ivan is a real nice guy
I can’t put my finger on it
I don’t know why
Maybe it’s the fact he’s quite shy
Ivan really is a nice guy

There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
She’s the lady that gives out the Wagon Wheels and the Tea
There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
And to Elva I’d like to thank her from me.

To Elva we give a cheer she’s a fantastic Volunteer
With tea, and biscuits, and wagon wheels.
To Elva it is no big deal

There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
She’s the lady with the wagon wheels and tea.
There's a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
And maybe she should receive the OBE

To Elva we thank you for your time you give. We are the befrienders boys James, Martin, Jo, Mark, Garth, and Me
And you make such a beautiful cup of tea

There’s a lady in the Methodist church swears she’s Elva
She the lady with the Wagon Wheels and Tea
There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
And to Elva you fill our hearts with glee

And from the Befrienders Boys We’d just like to say
Thank you for the Wagon Wheels today
Thank you for the Tea, and The Coffee,
and the time that you give

Koala, Koala, I see you there
you are a marsupial you are not a bear.
You live in a tree carry your young in a pouch.  
Eat the eucalyptus unlike the potatoe on the couch

Koala, Koala, you see me
looking up at you in your eucalyptus tree
A Bear is not a Koala, and a Koala, is not a Bear.
I thought I would make people so very much aware

Koala, Koala you just eat leaves.
A Bear is an omnivore and eats what it sees 
The Bear needs sleep and is going to be late.
As it settles down to hibernate.

Koala, Koala, I have held you so
like a baby in my arms
I daren't let you go.
Koala, Koala, up in your tree
My pictures I Still have of you and of me.

There are more Questions than Answers
If there were more Answers than Questions
Then what would be the ****** point.

There are answers to questions that cannot be Answered.
And Questions that don’t need answering.
I don’t look for answers to questions anymore.
I don’t see the point it’s rather a bore.

Who can explain the Answers to the Questions
and who is dare to question the answers or answer the questions

What is the Question
Who knows the Answer
Who ****** cares

If A Poem is A Poem with Rhyming words.
Then why do some poems just sound so absurd

Why do some poems only have two or three lines
That conjure up images in a creative mind.

Why do some poems talk about life and death
Or people that wish to take a final breath.

If a poem is a poem with so many words.
What makes a good poem from sounding absurd

What makes a good poem can anyone tell
Maybe it’s the words that you use or the way the way that you spell

Eyeball Billy is really very silly
He got locked in the kitchen
Then he started Hitching
Silly…..Eyeball Billy

Eyeball Billy is really very silly
He got locked behind the gate
Which made him very late
Silly Eyeball Billy

Eyeball Billy Is definitely very silly
He thought that he was dying
So then he started crying
Silly Eyeball Billy



THE END

We are Manchester. The City, The place, we’re hospitable people with a smile on our face. You can beat us, mistreat us, and blow us to hell. We have had it all before and we don’t dwell. We’re the northern powerhouse of the northwestern elite, Where the Geordie's, The Scousers, The Yorkshire’s retreat. The premier League, The Roses Cricket, The Heineken Cup Is a one way ticket. United and City two football teams with stadiums full, bursting at the seams.

We are Mancunians Of this fair City, The People, The Love, The old nitty gritty The worker, The Shirker, The Homeless, The immigrants, each one of these they are all itinerants. The Steel, The Cotton, long since forgotten the old smokey chimneys blew out smoke that was rotten. The Massacre at Peterloo. Local politicians just don’t have a clue. With all the sights this city has on show here’s something that people don’t really know. Manchester is where New Zealand Born Ernest Rutherford split the Atom.

We Are Manchester, The City, the Place, where Sir Humphrey Chetham has his musical grace a school of music with musical taste. And where a  man with a paintbrush painted streets on boxes. I don’t think Lowry ever painted foxes. And A comedian from Collyhurst who was absolutely awesome, a real funny guy by the name of Les Dawson, and where a man from Chorlton on Medlock became Prime Minister back in the day. David Lloyd-George had a hell of  a lot to say.

We Are Manchester and it's the place for me. And a proud Mancunian I’m glad to be. I’ll sit in a cafe watching people pass by. They are all in a hurry and I wonder why. I see a business man in a three piece suit, and the homeless guy that is counting his loot. There's the ******* the street giving out free papers she is smoking those ciggies that give off those vapours. It's pouring with rain and she’s getting wet she’s worried about money to pay off her debt.

We Are Manchester and this is our City don’t waste your time we don’t want no pity. We are Manchester we are steeped in tradition we leave other cities standing. There’s no competition. Where A man from Moss Side a Vicar not a Dean called Rev George Garrett invented the submarine. And where the great Anthony Wilson was a journalist & impresario and a man named John  Nichols invented the great drink called Vimto. and so When he wrote “This Is the Place” I’m sure he did so with a smile on his face. We Are Manchester and I’ll state our case because we are Manchester and we are ace.

Having skid marks was embarrassing for him
That was why he stopped going to the gym
He never wiped his ****

He opened doors that couldn’t be closed
She closed doors that couldn’t be opened
So what’s the ****** point

He thought about it
but never did it
She did it
but never thought about it

My Late Mother is Late for Work
My late father is dead




The End

Moonlight reflects on still water
Marine life swim peacefully
Then they swallow Plastic




THE END

In the Arctic there’s a Peril coming our way
The Polar Bears and Penguins will die out someday
The ice is melting at an incredible rate
We may have sealed the Polar Bears fate
In the world of ice and snow
what is happening is an incredible blow
The world leaders just won’t heed the warning
they say there is no such thing as global warming

There once was a woman called Ange
She was diagnosed with the Mange
She began to whinge cos it was round her *****
That was the end of old Ange

John my son how I’ve missed you so.
There are so many things that you need to know.
But first let me start by saying I’m sorry.
Now I have done that I don’t need to worry
It played on my mind for many a year
I’m not ashamed to say I shed a tear.
There are some many things that I want to say
maybe late at night or the first light of day.
I cried and cried when they took you away
It was all my fault it was so hard to say.
I wasn’t sure if I could carry on. But I did, and I have,
and I am so proud to say you are my son
Someday we will meet for that I cannot wait.
It could be early morning or so very late.
Until we meet you’ll never know how much I truly love you so

She had tears coming down her face
Her children were being taken away
She had given birth to six children.
She had them to one man
She loved them like any mother would
But her own demons destroyed her
She gave birth to six more children
only for them to be taken away
The men in her life were not the best
Her addiction to drugs were her downfall
Her addiction to *** were her downfall
She was a neurotic middle class woman
Gave birth to twelve children
Who were all up for Adoption
I still love her and always will

I walk by still waters
I look out on to the lake
Swans graciously gliding

The End

I’m praying to the lord
I hope he answered my prayers tonight
He dosen’t then I’m ******



The End

The chainsaw in the shed
The tools left on the workshop floor
The work is nearly done


The End

Birds sing in the trees
The first light of dawn rises slowly
The morning is upon us






The End

I’ll have a cup of tea,  a cup of tea, a cup of tea
I’ll have a cup of tea,  a cup of tea, a cup of tea
Two sugars,
No Sugar,
Two Sugars,
No Sugar,
No milk
Milk please
No milk
Milk please
That will do for me, will do for me, will do for me
That will do for me, will do for me, will do for me





The End

If Opportunity Knocks then take It
Never look a gift horse in the mouth
If Opportunity Knocks don't fake it.
This chance you have is mammouth.

They say it takes two tango, They say that three is a crowd.
If Opportunity Knocks your way then shout it real loud.

When Opportunity Knocks you can make it
The time has come for you.
When Opportunity knocks
just take it has only you can do.

They say it takes two tango, They say that three is a crowd.
When Opportunity Knocks your way then show that you are real proud.

Opportunity Knocks only once
You may never get a second chance
Opportunity Knocks only once.
Who you going to invite to the dance


The End

In 2014 I was Diagnosed with PTSD Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I had been suffering badly with it for over twenty years. It was the result of a serious beating that I received back in 1991 and a gruesome. incident i witnessed back in 2004. I thought only people who been in a war zone got PTSD

Have you ever been frightened to close your eyes and go to sleep because if you do you might relive the nightmares of the past It was a lonely sometimes tortured existence. Which cost me the woman I love and the children that i miss.

So don't me judge me for the mistakes I made through a condition that i have.

And if you must judge me then
Judge me for me for the man I am and not the man that I was.
Judge me for things I do and not what I did.
Judge me for things I say and not what I said.
Judge me for the things I see and what I have seen.
Or let they who is without sin cast the first stone

If you must judge me then do so now or forever hold your peace…….Thank You.






THE END

When I was a boy about 7 years old, I have a story I have seldom told. A story of a time in a dim distant past. Of A family holiday for one week it would last. Blackpool was the place with its Piers, and it’s Tower and the lights switch on was nearing the hour. Red *** a racehorse of splendour and might was to switch on the lights that memorable night. I was on my dad’s shoulders patiently waiting to see, the light extravaganza that would fill people with glee. Then a vehicle pulled up in a side street my dad saw this first and was light on his feet. He moved real quick we were in for a treat, Red *** the legend we were about to greet, he asked a man could his children stroke the horse. The man said yes and smiled of course. By this time I was holding my dad's hand I was scared and too young I didn’t understand. Paul was the first person on that memorable night to stroke Red *** his face full of delight. That was my story that I have seldom told From a memory of a legend from a boy seven years old.

I got confirmed today
In a high church far away
A church of majestic wonder
no faults none at all not a blunder
I'd been putting it off for many years.
I was trying in some way to hide all my fears.
So The Bishop called us forward one by one
He put his hands on my head
I confirm you Steven That was what he said
All my guilt I had now was gone
when he finished he congratulated me and shook my hand
Then I stood up and felt real grand
The bishop asked us to turn around and the face the congregation
We did they cheered, and clapped in celebration.
The service was holier than thou
Yes I'm confirmed now

From The Cradle to the Grave
Through life we are a slave
Through Life we misbehave
Through life we are brave
From the Cradle to the Grave

From The Cradle to the Grave
In life who can we save
In life we all gave
In life we all crave
From the Cradle to the Grave

From The Cradle To The Grave
There Is Hope along the way
Hope for you and me and for us to see
From the Cradle to the Grave

When I die I will be free Of sin
Will I go to heaven In a corned beef Tin?
I'll be Free at last to repent my sins
And I'll go back to where it all begins

Heaven is like a place on earth
Where Jesus Christ had his ****** birth
Where men and women procreate
And people just sit and wait.

Heaven waits for you and me
The Lord above looking down can see
The worlds in a mess don’t you agree.

Heaven is calling so come with me
You and I together will see
Together forever you and I will be

The Queen has style
The Queen has grace
And a beautiful smile
on her lovely face

The Queen is the monarch
that wears a crown
Her face on the money
never wears a frown

The Queen is noble
The Queen is Fair
When she speaks
Posh Words hit the air

Her majesty on high
she sits looking down
on her kingdom
wearing a golden crown

People say let’s get rid of the monarch
So what do you replace it with
An elected President who has no say
Well Mr President I say no way

The Queen is the Queen
She will not be removed
God Save The Queen
She has nothing to Prove

God Save The Queen

In the land of hope and Glory
I look out from a far
I look into the darkest night
and see the brightest star.
It glimmers, and shines,
and lights up the sky
I see a twinkle catch my eye.

In the land of hope and glory
I see the tallest tree
I see the branches
As clear as day
Reaching out to me
They reach out far and wide
They reach out with dignified pride

In the land of hope and glory
As I reach into the night
I see faces from my distant past
They bring me sheer delight
I see faces that make me sad
And faces that make me mad
I think of times when I was young
And now I know that I was wrong

In the land of hope and glory
I hear music from a far
I recognise the simple song
That’s coming from a car
The music is my favourite piece
So I listen and I’m very still.
This piece always gives me chill

Well here I am again waiting at the bus stop. Waiting for the bus into the city centre.

Oh look there’s old Annie. Shotgun Annie they call her you don’t want to cross that old *******. (SHOUT) Annie You Old ******* where’s you ******* shotgun. You going to have a go at my kids again for playing football You ******* old *******. They call her shotgun because she a ******* psychopath.

Oh look there’s Twit & **** always arguing, arguing about nothing (SHOUT) Alright Twit & ****. They hate me calling them that. Twit is a Little woman who likes a drink A wears that stupid ******* bobby hat. I want rip off her ******* head. **** He’s a big fat **** a wooly back from the wirrall. Could do with a hair wash (SHOUT) Oy **** get your ******* hair washed you scruffy *******. I wish this ******* bus would hurry up. I better make sure I have got my pass because. I aint got any money. Where the **** is this ******* bus.

Oh look there’s lanky if you lean on him you’ll cut yourself. What a skinny ******* it looks like he could do with a good feed. He wears those big thick bottle rimmed glasses. (SHOUT) Oy Lanky you specky ******* because you get two pairs of glasses for the price of one your not supposed to wear them at the same time you know. He got done once for fiddling the social. He Got Caught he was working has Bouncer at night and teaching Karate in the day and claiming sickness Benefit. It was on the news and in the papers The headline read Lanky. the Karate Kidder.

Where is this ******* bus. Mind you I can’t talk I am Bald, Deaf, and totally ******* stupid. You know what **** it I’ll get the train.

I’m Steven & I remember a time
When I was in my prime
And a time when…. Well that was then..
I'm the Muppet, the joker,
the ******* the fool.
I was The kid that got picked on at school

I have seen things that have disturbed me
you know made me cry
I have seen things that would make a lesser man die
I’ve cried
I’ve tried
I've tried to commit suicide
I was diagnosed with PTSD
Where will that take me
Well we will see

I don't drink beer
Or smoke ***
I don’t  take crack
I ended up at Back on Track
I hope to achieve the chance of a job
And show all those muppets
I'm not a ****,
I'm worth it
I'm worth the investment
I'm worth the time

This is me and I'm Steven and I’m in my prime






THE END

As I licked her ****
She was dying for a ****
And she had a smelly hole

I could hear music
I said what the **** is that
She said that is Rock n Roll

Rock n Roll I replied
what the **** is that
She said I can't believe
you've never heard
you ******* gormless ****

Rock n Roll is Music
that changed the ******* world
And that is ******* that






THE END

Tony Carothers had no brothers
Tony Carothers was free
If Tony Carothers  had no brothers
then who the hell is he

Tony Carothers  new some others
With the same name as him
Tony Carothers and the others new
That he couldn't swim

Tony Carothers Died with the others
And now they are free of sin
Tony Carothers along with the others
Went to heaven in a corned beef tin

It's all about
the poetry
the poetry
the poetry
It's all about
The poetry
And what you tend to say

It's really time
To showetry
To showetry
To showetry
It's really time
To showetry
What the poetry will say

Will anyone ever
Knowetry
Knowetry
Knowetry
Will anyone ever
Knowetry
What the poetry will say

Will anyone ever knowetry
what to sayetry
about the poetry
Will anyone ever knowetry
What to sayentry today

The Brightest Eyes

As the brightest eyes burn like fire
through the foggy mist I can see
The brightest eyes looking at me
Was i floating on the tide
was i in the middle of a dream
Did I see the river of death pass by
floating down stream

As the fog creeps out over the horizon
It disappears out of view
nobody seems to know where it goes
what does it mean?
Was i in the middle of a dream

As it wandered over the hills unseen
And over the meadows of pastel green
There was a high wind in the trees
There was a cold sound in the air.

Was it a kind of a shadow
That reached out into the night
It was reaching out into into the dark
There was a strange glow in the sky
was i in the middle of a dream?
And nobody ever knows when to go
Or when to start?

The Brightest eyes, were burning like fire
So how could they close and fail?
The Brightest Eyes that were burning so brightly
are now Suddenly burn so pale?

It was a ****** truck.

The End

In no man's land where many fell…
the enemy would fire the guns of hell
The soldiers had no choice but to fight
night and day. day and night.


Many fell injured or dying
many more were sat there crying
a soldier writes home to tell of the horror
his hand shakes amidst all the squalor.


Close friends signed up together
on the battlefield they died for ever
Many more were shot for deserting
the Pain the Sorrow the soldiers were hurting

The End

Time is the hourglass, the day and the night.
Time is the infinite, the dark & the light

Time is existence you cannot reverse
Time is precious what could be worse

Time is the constant, the here, and the now.
Time is The past, the present, the future endow

Time is the Clocks on the wall
Tic tock tic tock
Time is The old man who knows it all

Time is the Zodiac like the Yin and the yang
Time is the space where the travelers hang

Time is the 24 hours in a day
Time is the history that won't go away

Time is short, time is long
time is right  Time is wrong

Time goes quick time goes slow
Time can stop time can go

Time is the essence that waits for no man
Time is the Greenwich and the meridian

Time is the second the minute the hour.
Time is the gong in the bell tower

Time is the Chronos the god with the scythe
Time is the woman who gave birth to life



Time is here there and everywhere


  The End

The Towering Inferno was burning bright In the London sky at the dead of night. Voices Ignored for raising concerns people helpless as the fire burns.

The Towering Inferno was an absolute shame, someone somewhere is definitely to blame. People scream as they burn to death Or choking on smoke taking their final breath.

The Towering Inferno was an absolute disgrace they were told they'd be safe if they stayed in their place. Children, Pensioners from different races horrified looks on terrified Faces.

The Towering Inferno was burning bright In the London sky at the dead of night Burning flesh of people alive how did people manage to survive?

The Towering inferno was burning bright in the London sky at the dead of night. The screams of people filled the air the Politicians didn't really care.

The Towering Inferno was burning bright in the London sky at the dead of night. Innocent People aware of the threat beautiful people that we will never ever forget.

The Towering Inferno was burning bright in the London sky at the dead of night. The emergency services arrive on the scene. So does Prince William And her Majesty the Queen.

The Towering Inferno was burning bright in the London sky at the dead of night. Teresa May was an arrogant old cow people don't know what the future holds now. The Towering Inferno was burning bright. now they have managed to extinguish its light.
RIP

As young men left their homes to fight a needless war
Mothers of those soldiers see them off for sure.
They leave and are told the war will be over soon
leaving full of happiness singing wartime tunes

Kitchener said your country needs you
But he didn't really care
he didn't have to go over the top
when gunfire was in the air.

The Young boys fight...go over the top
they know they're not coming back
As they go into no man's land
the guns go crack, crack, crack.

There's a stench of death all around
People dead on the ground
young boys who had a lot to give
Never going home
Someone needs to tell their mum’s
That their babies have gone.

The mums receive a letter telling them their boys have died
they cannot comprehend the facts
they cried, and cried, and cried.
Mothers lost sons
babies lost dads
does anyone really know why
Millions of soldiers went to war and had to ******* die

Soldiers didn't only die from gunshot wounds
They died from illness to
buried in a far away land
graves of masses grew

The soldiers fought a needless war
They say the war was the Great War
but how can war be great
with millions of innocent people
Are now known as the late.

War is pointless and achieves no end.
Politicians set the trend
But still countries want to fight
I can see no point I guess I’m right.



The End

Desmond Doss didn't give a toss
Cos He never carried a gun
He went to war to fight the ****
And new thy will be done.

He saved the lives of 75 men
And never fired a gun
He did this while he was under fire
And he was the only one

He was on his own on the mountain top
Looking for injured men
As A medic in the army
He did it again, again and again

Now Desmond Doss didn't give a toss
The Conscientious Objector was he
But He saved 75 Men
and was awarded for his bravery



The End

Flowers can make the heart grow fonder
Flowers can make our love grow stronger
Flowers can bring you nearer to me
Flowers are what I will send to thee

Flowers will put a smile on your face
Flowers can make two lovers embrace
Flowers will make you feel better
Even when you are under the weather

Flowers will brighten your day
Flowers will make pain go away
Flowers come in all shapes and sizes
Flowers make beautiful surprises

Flowers can make you ponder
Flowers can make your mind wonder
Flowers are the greatest gift
That a man can send to a woman


The End

Mother
As I reached out into the dark
to touch you
I felt your cold hand

I looked but could not see.
I listened but could not hear
I tried to smell but could not smell
I tried to touch but could not feel
I ate Food but could not taste
I felt sick, afraid, anxious.

With you lying there lifeless
I noticed you Were dead
There was a sudden realisation
That you were gone forever
I was numb I was sad

I have kept your picture beside me ever since
There was nothing, nothing but
the pain of my broken heart.
The pain and the sense of loss

I remember that I used to shout at you
Mainly so you wouldn't get hurt
You were old, Frail,
That was no excuse
I'm sorry

How I wish you were here
But you are not
you are gone forever
And I miss you

You could have a laugh
You were funny
Some of the things you said made me laugh
That is why I am so proud to have been your youngest child

You were the one who gave birth to me
You Showed me the right path
You taught me manners, respect
I'm thankful that you were in my life
I'm thankful you were my mother.
I love you




THE END