A Mum thing

I moved out of my parents' home over 35 years ago and my brothers had moved out several years before that.

As a child, I had my own bedroom, and even had a plaque on the door proclaiming that it was my room. My brothers shared another.

Even to this day, my parents still call the room my bedroom. If asked where something is, My Mum will say 'Its in the boys room' or 'Its in Seren's room.'

The plaque still hangs there to this day, proudly in place.

My daughter moved out over a year ago. And I've found myself doing exactly the same.

There's still a plaque on the door with her name on, it is still referred to as her room, even though she now owns a house of her own.

It isn't the spare room, or the back bedroom – it is still HER room.

It must be a way in which Mums cope with things when their precious babies fly the nest, a way of keeping them close to them in some way.

Maybe if it is still called their room, then in some way they have not really gone. Sentimental things, us Mums, aren't we.

Dog sitting

Our friends have a dog.

She's quiet as a mouse,

They've gone on a holiday,

So she's come to our house.

With her bed and her food,

Some toys and a treat,

Having her visit,

Just cannot be beat.

The neighbour has a cat,

It doesn't like hounds!

Over the fence,

To its garden, it bounds.

She goes on long walks,

Stops often to sniff.

Reading the messages,

Catching a whiff.

She loves everyone,

Gives them a smile,

Has a good sniff,

Then walks on in a while.

She loves other dogs,

Jumps, bows and plays,

Tongue hanging out,

She's enjoying her days.

After her walk,

She needs a long sleep,

Snoring and wuffing,

As she dreams about sheep!

But all too soon,

Her family come back,

And off she will go,

Her things we will pack.

We love our doggy visits,

Its never a chore,

I wonder if her owners,

Would like to holiday more!

The wedding dress is chosen!

The wedding dress is chosen,

Its finally done.

Hunting around,

Has been so much fun.

The menu is sorted,

It sounds oh so nice,

Something for everyone,

Even sweet sugar mice!

Suits will be tried,

To find the best style,

So the very smart men,

Will make everyone smile.

Dresses for bridesmaids,

Will be chosen soon too,

There's so much choice,

What style, what hue?

The cake has been ordered,

It will be oh so yummy,

A slice after dinner,

Will fill up the tummy.

The flowers will be pretty,

Springs blooms, you see,

Tulips and daffodils,

Maybe a corsage for me.

There's music, a disco,

So we can all dance,

Flashing coloured lights,

As around we all prance.

What fun will be had,

On that very special day,

For very good weather,

Naturally, we'll pray.

And after that day,

My daughter will be a Mrs

With a handsome young husband,

To shower with kisses.