To the great mothership 
I’m glued at the hip 
Not ready to dip
Over the side

You’re my flower of choice 
My soul and my voice
You’ve your faults certainly 
But none I can see

I miss days gone by
Whe’r together we were wild 
We’d cluck and we’d cluck
My funny old duck

I press to my chest
My rose of the west
And hold your worn hands 
In mine

My mother my child 
Looking to each other we smiled
Birds of a feather 
Singing together.

31.8.2020 

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