a big warm palm
a big beary hug
small chuckles
and funny faces
my visions of our tiny world
with maple leaves
swings
cold air
dried twigs
small puddles
stone paths
woollen coats
muffs
mittens
cuddly kittens
freshly baked cookies
hot cocoa
cakes that smelt like oranges
dresses that dazzled
hairdos
frills
ruffles
dolls
and doctor roleplay
to being a real one
clasping hands
holding
promising
walks in misty morning
hoping to catch the sun
damp and slippery paths
never letting the small feet tumble
the graceful gait
the inspiring smile
that level headed little directions
never letting me waiver
you were
you are
all I was
and all I would ever be
MUM