For Mam

Every moment, enveloped by cynicism


A reassuring hand on my shoulder


Nudged me forward
Into the

clouds of confusion.


With a rock solid faith


That I could not believe

A pin prick when I need it,


A token of love when required


Cautious but never pressing


Love in abundance, 


With a shining light to guide.

No promises here


Nor any reigns.


Just respect


For all we do 


And what we are.

All I wish is for that hand to stay on my shoulder


To pat me when it’s proud


And slap me when I’m wrong


For it is only respect that I have


That I am pleased to give.


For I am not worthy to be that lucky.

~k~


14.02.2012