To dress the children and shop and clean with a mop
yet fill life with rhyme and wonderful lines
The courage to pen with a human face 
and fill our souls to the brim is a talent called grace.

If only I had a mother like you
Mine was half pissed most of the time
she beat me and spat in my face many times
For sitting in the corner just writing my lines.

Oh Lyn B a mother to me.