My mam

My late dear mam, in life she was sublime
I was so proud and blessed that  she was mine
She kept a clean and tidy home
When our clothes got ripped and torn
It would take her hours of sawing so again they could be worn
Counting me by her five siblings were born
By our mam her love was equally spread around
We never had to suffer with a rumbling belly
For the food cupbards were never empty
She always cooked home-made food 
When she baked cakes there allways were plenty
When she called us in at meal times
If i was playing with my friends she bring them in and would feed them the same 
She could be strict but at the same time fair
Being a loveable mam she gave too all her children love huggs every bed time
As a teenager i realised that i was born naughty
To my mams dismay i turned to serious crime
Thinking that i would grow out of it giveing time
She was ashamed when i became a member of an organised gangster gang
Still besides she gave me love as any loving mam would
After many years of criminality i eventually once again made her proud
Because for the better i turned my life around to being an honest man
Working with young adults who have learning difficulties, down syndrome and autism
When she passed it broke my heart, at the same time it gave me solace
That she did know i was never going back to the gangster life
And that iwas true, caring and honest 

Sorry about the bad spelling and grammar

reefaman

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