Naked Thoughts

Naked Thoughts long poem

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As your Super Hero Mum
I can be moulded just like gum.
You are my children
My three in a zillion.
Born of the flesh of me
I’ll do what ever it takes to protect all three.
I’ll walk through fire, tread through snow
Just to bring you all some dough.
Never think you are alone,
No matter how old you all have grown.
Just remember, just be warned
If you do the wrong you will be burned.
Never forget the struggles we faced
And the kind souls that showed us grace.
Mum is your teacher, your friend, your clown
I can get laughter out of your frown.
I may not afford to take you to Disneyland
But I can take you on trips unplanned.
Down memory lane we go, looking at photos
I think to myself how fast did they grow.
Its seems like just yesterday your were babies in my arms
Today you surprise me with your wit and charm.
I can’t believe we have come so far
Totally blessed we all are.
Keep me in your prayers and your thoughts
And never forget the struggles mum fought.
And even when I am old and grey
I will always make a way.
Please don’t abandoned me when I am old
My biggest fear is being out in the cold.
Carry me if I cannot walk
Like how mum carried you when u didn’t ask.
I just want your love and respect
I hope it’s not too much for me to expect.
I am just your Super Hero Mum
Remember, not once did I ever succumb.

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