It was a different World, from the one we know.
I recall walking with Mum, with no place to go. 
She was looking for lodgings down many a street.
And I remember the refusals, with nothing to eat.

No easy hand outs back then...a matter of pride.
It must have been lonely, with nobody to confide.
But my Mum did amazing, with her 2 sons in tow.
She found some kind people, who didn't say no.

I remember no corn flakes, because we got up late.
The landlord, he told us 'Breakfast was served at 8'
But that didn't matter, we were warm, safe and dry.
Too young to ask questions and too tough to cry.

Such difficult times, but my Mum pulled us through.
The full story I don't know, it escaped me as I grew.
There are missing pieces and there are gaps to fill.
I don't know all the answers and doubt that I ever will.

So here we are now, in the year two thousand, 23.
Where, with the tap of a button, so much comes free.
That wasn't the case, when we where babes in a pram.
And so I think of my Mum, and how proud that I am.

 

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