Photo by Nick Crutchley
The times we share
Having a laugh while shovelling up muck
That smelly gold that gardener’s love
From which grows beautiful flowers
The times we share
Watching movies both new and old
While the dogs jump and lick my face
My friends, the canine race
The times we share
I watch her care for both horse and dog
While I race for charity a plastic frog
And laughter pours from all
The times we share
As a child I swam a hundred lengths
When she cried, come on Son, you can do it!
The support she gave while growing up.
The times we share
The good times, the hard times, you know
Maybe you have a mother too?
Love them, for they are precious things…
Did I just call my mother a thing?
Now I will be scolded
By gentle laughter, and engaging wit
The times we share. . . .