Here in the luscious land of England, the day of the mother, it came and just left.
Filled with ribbons and bows and twinkling toes.
Gifts given from real true lovers.
Odd thorns do scratch when tempers fly, and words they smack you in the eye.
Hell, they make you laugh.
They make you cry.
They make you hiss.
They take the ****.
But they're alright really, well nearly all the time.
Great big darlings wholly fine!
(C) Livvi