This poem,
this little rhyme,
this tiny ditty,
is not about a crush
or a partner.
But my Mother.
You see,
she means sooooo much to me,
the way she calls me Pumpkin
or her little baby (although I am eleven)
The way she’s always up for a cuddle
or the way she strokes my hair.
Because our mums are our true love.
They will always and forever
surpass these boys and men.
So true this is a great poem
Thanks for supporting me, Erin
Thanks Charlotte, or as I call my bestie, Shetbet
Thanks A.H.
This is so sweet! Well done
i love this poem