Mum, Dad and Me

Walking in my Mothers shoes I keep up promises as I pay my dues, she was such a lovely soul, abit too nervous on the whole.. Oh yes I am just like my Mum she wasn’t a scholar but wasn’t dum.. I don’t think Mum slept like me, always on the go like a busy bee

Following in my Fathers feet, he was well respected in our street, so I’d like to think I’m just like Dad, being nice to others and never bad.. a man of very little needs, he liked his books with all his reads, so just like me my Dad loved his words as I write about nature with bees and birds.. I guess I am so like my Dad, who laughed alot but rarely sad..my good old Fathers life was at sea, he adored the ocean just like me

Mum and Dad you both passed on to join the angels way up yon, above the clouds high in the sky, that’s where good people go when they die.. but I think about you everyday, in things I do and what I say.. you moulded me from both of you, I’m like my parents thru and thru.. I think  you must have halved your traits before you entered those pearly gates, planting your personalities into mine, tho I’m not complaining coz they’re mighty fine