Category: Poems

Your eyes are the lightest blue

Like the sky on a snowy mountain top

Your hair is the colour of biscuits and honey

Thick and softly waving

You used to fit into my arms

And stare at me like I was the whole world

Now you lie on me to watch tv

And your head almost reaches my neck

You made me a Mummy

And looking after you got me through

Your Dad’s accident. Almost like,

You were meant to be mine.

Now I’m the one who can calm you quickest,

When you get upset.

When you are hurt, I can make you feel

Like everything’s going to be ok.

I’m the only one you’ll tell about your day

Good or bad, you’ll let me know.

I know why you make the choices you do.

You get me and I get you.

I think that you were meant to be mine,

But I know for sure that I was meant to be yours.

You are you but you are not the you of yesterday,

You will never be that version of yourself again,

Tomorrow, again, you will be different,

And ever-changing every day after.

Sometimes better, sometimes worse,

Some things found but others lost,

Always learning but never finished,

Moving forwards and backwards.

Some days brimming with joy,

Others dripping with sadness,

Or rooted in anger, fear or anxiety,

Moulding you into your new version.

Some days you will feel great,

And in others you won’t like yourself,

Just remember, you’ll be a different you tomorrow

And she might just surprise you.

Heart of fire and soul aglow,

Nothing’s going to stop you, no.

Strong as iron and loath to move,

It’s like you’ve got a point to prove.

Never wrong and always right,

Yet somehow still, a great delight.

Wee blonde curls and eyes of green,

Of your own kingdom, a tiny Queen.

Charming to everyone you ever meet,

Every stranger you stop to greet.

Your humour and charisma brings,

Gifts of money and shiny things.

Sweet as pie until you’re not,

You turn in a second from cool to hot.

“I’m not in this family anymore!”

You scream out as you slam the door.

Soon you’re back. You’re only four.

You don’t want to be cold anymore.

Still raging but holding it in,

While my patience is wearing thin.

If I survive you, my headstrong girl.

I’m sure I’ll see you change the world.

So I will try to keep you wild,

It’s my job, my precious child.

And as for your job, there’s only one.

Never stop being wilful.