Darling Mum: A poem 

The wrinkles of the years don’t seem ages ago 

A moment’s thought can span fourscore 

Refreshing as a walk in the garden, a kind knock on the door 

A soothing voice consoles against the stones that make me sore 

In the kitchen, in the lounge and over all the walls 

The stamp of her soul like a landscape’s waterfalls 

And the love too profound to be simply understood 

in the wander of childhood and early adulthood 

I may have toxins on my tongue and in my lungs 

But heartwarming concoctions keep me young 

The riverbanks of a spent river still have reeds in bloom 

A flower may have withered but its aroma still looms 

Age brings death as sure as the leap of kangaroos 

But hers is the flesh, blood and bones in my shoes 

Her everlasting beauty was in being dutiful 

She took great pains to remain so beautiful