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May 2015
I never understood why my mum was to tired,
I often wondered why she fell asleep in front of the fire.

I could never understand why she yelled all the time,
why I occupied the naughty step; I claimed it as mine.

She always seemed in deep disrepair,
and seemed only always when I was there.

But she looked after me, and fed me,
made sure I was fine.

And I only understood my mother,
in the fullness of time.

I am now a mother and always tired,
kids in bed, I fall asleep in front of the fire.

I have yelled and naughty stepped my kids for sure,
more times than I can remember and still they want more.

But I love them and care for them,
and make sure they are safe.

And when they have kids and they are just fine,
they will understand me in the fullness of time.

Sheila..
Sheila Hackett
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Sheila Hackett  Lancaster
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