'Wait till your Father get's home' <br />that was what my Mother would say <br />but he'd see me all well behaved <br />so I'd be off out again to play. <br />'Look at the state of your clothes' <br />that was what my Mother would say <br />but I'd tell her someone pushed me over <br />when really I'd played Football most of the day. <br />'Don't you forget to do your homework' <br />that was what my Mother would say <br />but instead of writing about Kings of England <br />I'd be reading about Footballers like Greaves and Pele. <br />'Your a right little cheeky Monkey ' <br />that was what my Mother would say <br />but I'd tell her that she loved me really <br />which always seemed to make her day. <br />'I won't be around for ever you know' <br />that was what my mother used to say <br />'What do you mean of course you will <br />you'll be here in the house all old and Grey.' <br />'I really miss your Mother you know ' <br />that was what my Father used to say <br />but I thought she'd be here forever <br />nobody told me that Mothers can pass away. <br />But we had a great Mother and Son relationship <br />and she knew I was just being a young lad <br />but when I'm down I just think of her <br />and those thoughts always make me feel glad.<br /><br />Kevin Halls<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listen-to-your-mother/
