Diana

It started off with a simple job;

I never expected through it I’d get a mum.

We started off barely even friends.

Then, it changed as I saw the ends she’d go to.

I call her a friend.

Every Monday, bright and early, she’ll come,

Team and all, ready to clean, and brighten a day like she does the windows.

She’s been hurt before, somehow I can tell,

Though it never shows through; she’s strong as hell.

I call her role model.

One Monday though, it changed - something slight.

Nana was talking and the woman, she turns to look at me.

She goes, “Is she getting this right?”

I laugh and nod, and realise that somewhere along the line

I’ve gained a family member.

So I wanted to take a poem out of the many,

Tell her thank you, and that if there’s anyone I trust

It’s Nana and her. They’ll get me through and out

Of any mess I could concoct.

I call her Mum.