She fits into her world like a lock does to a key.
She keeps them safe and very sound, turning silently.
That's how it's meant to be.
Her key is cut individually.
Made to fit in the right spot.
Made to work so perfectly.
So practically.
Providing protective guidance.
Were moments, as spent with mother.
Sat upon her knee.
When as a child, I was there to listen and learn.
And now the adult mother is me
Mother to adults, who matter now.
Cues of grandchildren, to teach me all the rights and wrongs.
Queues of love brewing.
As a youngster, she sold them for a lousy song.
Wonder where those years have gone!
They disappeared much too quick.
(c)Livvi