Wishing you all a happy mothers day/mothering Sunday.
I wrote a poem for you all. x
Mother
A mother is always a mother
She loves like no other
Her feelings bruised and battered
Some days she feels shattered
But somehow she stays strong
Through days that are long
Always original and unique
Nothing about her is weak
Her story often untold
Her life cast into a mould
Often not of her choosing
But she knows it's not about losing
Lifting her head upwards
And her footsteps continuing forwards
She only knows how to keep giving
Because this makes life worth living
And so she is like no other.
That's why she is called Mother.
Army horses loose on London streets
The Republic of Ireland and their tensions with migrants.
