I remember a huge bosom and a comfy lap
a place for me and room for the cat
Rhythmic heartbeat, white porcelain skin
spreading arms and calm hands welcome me in.
The smell of baking, the hiss of steam
a huge broad smile and a face agleam
Dark soulful eyes and permed curly hair
sometimes stern, but always fair
Ducks and chickens round the back door
shooing them off and giving them what for!
Sausage rolls and short Suffolk rusks
Straw, and hay and corn husks.
Red roses round the farmhouse door
What more could a daughter ask for.
2 comments:
Your mum sounds just the ticket. You definitely couldn't ask for more.
A mum could give nothing more, lovely.xx
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