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Mummy, a word I use often


How many times?
Have I called Mummy.
A word I use often.
It’s value is love.

That kid’s voice I hear.
Always in my head.
However grownup I am.
It’s that kid calling Mummy.

A word so comforting.
Mum, can I ….
She always answers.
A word I take for granted.

The kid that whines for Mummy.
Runs to Mummy when frightened.
Wants to be cuddled often.
Arms stretched out, carry me.

Then comes Mother’s day.
The kid emerges in defiance.
The adult weepy and afraid.
Is that guilt I feel?

Have I shown Mum each day?
I love her, I care for her.
And not just on Mother’s day.
Yet, that day is extra special.

That special day is today.
Mummy will get flowers.
With wishes and love.
Mum… it’s nothing lavish.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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