As a mother of two grown up sons
I have always felt proud of my boys.
What is a mum?
A friend till the bitter end.
A support when times get tough.
I am the money tree at the bottom of the garden.
They confide in me,
We laugh together
Joke together
But above all and everything else
We all love each other through thick and thin.
Rough and smooth.
Day and night forever and ever.
I am so proud of my sons, so very proud.

Approaching May
As the time on this planet marches
Full steam ahead towards May
We should look around us
Appreciate what we have today,
The robin singing on the post
With his famous red jacket
Like a postman whistling
Posting his brown packet.
Then there is the rain
The usual April showers
Pouring down, brollys out
It goes on for hours.
Then we have the buds
Of our bluebells
Nature’s way of casting
Magical spells.
Enchanting our woods
With stars of blue and white
Oh to be in England in April
What a wonderful sight.