Day 32: 9 December 2025
Poem -- Mummy's Love
She sees the way you look up at her.
Your little face is all aglow.
You don't see how tired, your Mummy is.
It's full of love is all you know.
You reach out --
To touch your Mummy's face --
She hopes it's gentle; not a grab.
Yet still she leans in and let's your hands trace
The edge of her cheek or chin.
The fact that you love her
Trumps any tiredness or pain.
And she will always be there for you
Again, throughout life, and again.
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