My Mother

Lived to one hundred, a great lady,
aren't they all? No, actually they're not,
the current generation are a new breed,
they don't all have four mouths to feed.

They didn't live thro' war-time, unimaginable,
the loss of privileges was just unthinkable;
ironically, few are interested, other things,
more like their nails and the colour of their hair.

I was the accident - the last child to pop out,
she rolled over, there I was with beard and glasses,
however, Intended to improve as time passes,
forever grateful for condoning my tacit behaviour.

That's what great mothers do, defend their offspring,
and cast aside any nonsense that others may bring.