We see the strong supportive woman you have always been, - Now it's our turn. The unselfish way you have liberally spread your time on us, right to the edges, -Now it's our turn. The generous helpings of patience that seemed to come so naturally, with seconds for those who want it, -Now it's our turn. You're guiding words seasoned with kindness, so full of flavour, -Now it's our turn. The unconditional love you have always poured out on us, full and overflowing, -Now it's our turn...
Please can you write down the recipe?
Phone your mum - she worries about you. This is a version of an older poem. With thanks to my sister Jenny.