To my Mother

There are times
when i love you more than words can say,
when sweetness like the ice-cream bell chimes
with promise of summer that seems so gay.

There are times
when i wish you were never there
when i wish i could keep you away with dimes
of selfish denial that filth cannot compare.

But you can withstand
all of my nonsense,
and make me realise your gentle hand
has always supported my absurd notions.

How I wish I could thank you everyday
when i can dwell under your gentle angel's wing
where in safe haven i huddle from fray,
humming to comfort's calming ring.

03 May 2006