Mother Of Three

I told them, I showed them I gave them advice I taught them and trained them Not once but twice! Loved them And nurtured them Made everything nice To comfort and ease their minds In trouble and strife. All these things I have done Once, twice and thrice. Now they are older They can cry on my shoulder For I am here if they need me I love them believe me. I am their true friend you see, Mother of Three. Cath, Robert and Steve. Shortly after writing this poem I very sadly became Mother of Two. Steven, my eldest passed away. But I still talk with him everyday. August 2008