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First a surprise, then there's another.

Because I'm so special, well I am their mother.

Burnt toast for breakfast, with beans that are cold.

The kitchen's been cleaned, or so I am told.

Presents galore, scent's oh so hideous.

So many sweets, I'm sure to be bilious.

Panties don't fit, bras are too tight.

Colourful tights, I do look a fright.

They gather around me, my sweet loving clan.

Everything's special and going to plan.

I know they all love me, these children of mine.

And I'm proud and I'm blessed with each of the nine.

Then comes the end of this Mother's Day.

What a sight of relief, when they've all gone away.

I look all around me, the things they have left.

Are treasures and riches I'll never forget.

The joy's of a mother you cannot describe.

And none come more better and bigger than mine.

Ella