I follow in your footsteps,
But my feet don’t fill your tread.
I try to be the way you were,
And say the things you said.
Lots of people give advice,
But you just showed the way,
By being the best Mum you could,
On any given day.
And now you say you’re proud of me,
Because of things I do,
But if I’m really honest,
Then I know I can’t be you.
As Mums go I’m not bad at all,
I really try my best,
But you were something different,
Somehow better than the rest.
You always had a game to play,
Or a new song to sing,
You never tired of children’s fun,
And that’s a special thing.
Most adults seemed quite jaded,
They seemed bored, preoccupied,
But you wanted adventures,
We’d be princesses or spies.
Sometimes you worry that you weren’t,
The best Mum you could be,
But if I can be a patch on you,
I’ll be happy being me.
Pooky's Poems 
Moving as always, but also replete with complex meanings & love. I wish I had a tenth of your talent. Keep up the good work!!
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A loving tribute and one which your daughters will be able to pass on to you I am sure xx
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thank you – I hope so! x
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Bet your mum loves this. I’m sure your little ones already feel the same way and very proud of you too.
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I’m not sure she’s read it actually, I need to make sure she sees it.
I hope my little ones see me like I see my Mum. One day perhaps. I don’t think you really appreciate your Mum completely until you become one do you?
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Now I know where you get “it” from! Happy Belated Mother’s Day. 🙂
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🙂 Yup, best and daftest Mum ever!
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Oh, happy mother’s day to you too!
Sounds like your mum was the best sort I could imagine.
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oh she really was. still is. she doesn’t think so though. she’s bipolar and very insecure but I think she’s ace.
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