Today Mum would have turned 64.
Here is a poem for her:
How Do I Portray You?
Da Vinci could never paint your smile
Perfect and beautiful.
Beethoven could never compose you a song
For music can’t portray you.
Shakespeare could never write you a sonnet
Words won’t bring you to life.
Edison’s light could never be bright enough
To outshine your radiant glow.
Einstein could never make a discovery greater
For I found you.
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