Every bath interrupted, privacy gone to shreds,
Fielding intimate questions while shaving my legs.
Every lie-in abandoned, every elbow to the head,
THE SUN IS AWAKE! Everyone’s in my bed.
Every trip to the toilet is private no more,
When two sets of eyeballs appear at the door.
Every meal time thwarted, the riot act read,
Over who gets the green cup and who gets the red.
Every programme paused, every page folded at the top,
Every posh magazine now a dusty door-stop.
Every late night abandoned, every date night postponed,
Every deep sleep awoken by a cry or a moan.
Every coffee downed cold, every tea drunk in haste,
Every lunch now a platter of leftovers gone to waste.
Every chat disconnected, every phone call cut short,
Every conversation so stilted it veers well off-course.
Every day trip a rush, every school run a hurry,
Every mad, crazy moment of being your mummy.
Every second, every minute, every day, every year,
Every Mother’s Day morning I want you to hear:
That I’m winging it, truly – I don’t have a clue,
But every one of these moments is worth it, for you.