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A Mothers’ Day Poem

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Last month I asked fellow bloggers and friends to give me one word or phrase that described their mum. I said that I would use the words to write a poem for all mothers. You can see the words given here and here is the poem I have come up with. I am sorry that it is not very good. I wrote it in less than five minutes with a very painful and swollen face.

Happy Mothers’ Day!

Happy Mothers’ Day One and All
Happy Mothers’ Day Me
This is my first one of these days
And it means such a lot you see

I want my children to cherish
The relationship that we share
I want them to know on this day and always
That I will ever be there

Being a Mother is a special job
A diverse and flexible role
To support your young and care for them
Protect their heart, their soul

A mother is warm hearted
She is caring and full of love
A mother is the bestest friend you can have
She’ll be there come push or shove

A mother is sympathetic
She’ll listen whatever you say
A mother is inspirational
You hope to be like her some day

A mother is indomitable
She canot be over come
Whatever else in the world she be
She will always be your Mum

I want to be all for my children
Provide everything that they need
I will always be their Mummy
Whatever else in the world I be

I want to keep them safe from harm
Protect them from the cold
I want to have fun and play with them
Until I’m grey and old

I want to share their secrets
Help them achieve their goals
I want to hold their hands as needed
Protect their hearts, preserve their souls

As Mother I am indomitable
I shall not be overcome
My love will not be conquered
I will always be a Mum

My Mum is …

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FYBF

Me and My Mum

As we begin the approach to Mothering Sunday I have a question.

How would you describe your Mum in one word or phrase?

My Mum is warm – hearted.

Please leave your word or phrase in the comments below and at the end of the week I am going to try and write a poem for all mother’s everywhere using the words and phrases I have collected.

My Mum is …

When I Grow Up

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When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother,
What will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?
Here’s what she said to me …

From an early age I dreamed of being; never being any one set thing but each thing related to words. And now when I think about those childhood ambitions many of them remain the same to this day. I would still like to be an actress, a journalist, an English and Drama teacher. Added now to my list are the White House Press Secretary and my one childhood pipe dream, a professional ice skater, like my childhood heroine Katarina Witt.

So here in more detail are the things I would most like to be when I grow up.

Ice Skater
When I was younger I lived in Germany and I used to love watching ice skating on television. My favourite skater was Katarina Witt. She was a hugely successful skater and was jut gorgeous to watch. I loved her grace, her elegance, her costumes!! I loved watching her colour and creativity and sparkle on the screen. I used to dream of being just like her. In reality when I went ice skating as a child I had to hang on to the sides of the rink so as not to fall over. An ice dancer I was never going to be!

Actress
I tried so hard to make this dream come true. I was in every possible school production, I studied GCSE Drama and A Level Theatre Studies, I joined local drama groups and when we moved to areas that did not have a drama group then from as young as 9 I woud start one. Drama was and is my thing! I would have given anything to be a professional actress. When I was a child I was desperate to join Anna Scher Theatre School. I worshipped her and wrote her letters. I am fairly sure that she replied too. I also went through a phase of wanting to go to The Italia Conti Academy, none of this was possible as by this time we were living in Germany. I wrote to the BBC too and asked if I could be an extra. I also told the BBC about a book I liked that should be made into a TV series and I even offered to play the leading role myself. I was desperate! As I got older I realised that I needed to make the best of my amateur experiences as a professional role was probably not ever going to be mine.

Writer / Journalist
I tried hard to achieve this goal too. I was editor of our class magazine at school as a pupil and also ran the school newspaper as a teacher. At university I wrote short pieces for the TES and had an interview for ATL. In my late teens I had an interview for a job as a local news reader on BFBS Radio in Germany. They were very impressed with me at the interview but I was too young for the role. I loved the interview though, choosing what news needed to be given the highest priority and makng headlones and reading them out over the air. Such a great experience, I would have loved that job! Now as a blogger I am developing my writing skills and I also write articles about Zu3D for my fiance. I would like to write a book one day. I have been writing stories and poems for as long as I can remember. It is something that I find very easy, something that I love to do. Perhaps an educational children’s book will be in the offing one day.

English and Drama Teacher
I am half way to this one already as a primary teacher and literacy subject leader but when my own children go to school I would like to work as a secondary school English teacher. I want to be like Robin Williams in Dead Poets Society. That is my dream job. That is the dream I am going to strive to achieve next and I cannot wait!!

White House Press Secretary
This is my fantasy dream job after becoming a little obsessed with The West Wing. I think I could be a good Press Secretary, I would love to give it a try!! I love the patriotism and passion in The West Wing. I am not American but The West Wing makes me want to serve at the pleasure of the President. Of President Bartlett anyway!

So there you have it, what I would be, if I could be, should I ever ever grow up.

Please hop on over to Manana Mama who is hosting this week’s listography to explore other people’s hopes, dreams and fantasies.