For my mum Karen Powell
There are times when I hated you,
Times when you drove me mad
But as I got a little older
I realised you weren't that bad
You gave me my creativity
and taught me how to live
I inherited your generousness
it was you who used to give
You gave me my lovely writing
By always saying 'write neat'
you always held my hand
when we crossed the street
You gave me my humour
watching you smile with friends
Sometimes I really need you
and that will never end
I wish you a happy birthday
sending love and wishes too
But mum there's a slight problem
I seem to be turning into you
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