A poem about: Mum was always there for me. She…

Mum was always there for me. She supported me in times of need and was happy for all my achievements. We would watch our Indian films together and relax on the sofa. We would visit my grandma's house every Friday and take fish and chips to eat together. She would take me to harmonium classes and bollywood dance classes too. Whenever I had heartbreak she would cry with me and advise me like a best friend. In the hardest moments of my life she has always supported me. She would buy me stationary and new clothes no matter how many times I ruined them. She bought me my first pet tamagochi and looked after it every hour when I was sleeping so dident wake to feed it. She always provided everything that she could. She raised me single handedly. She is my mum and dad. Till this day now I'm grown she is always there to listen and help me through my rough times. Her attempts at slang are hilarious but she is just too cool.

In the gentle glow of our shared TV light,
We watched Bollywood tales unfold each night.
Together on that well-worn sofa we’d stay,
Where laughter and tears easily found their way.

Friday’s rhythm took us to Grandma's door,
With fish and chips and love, who could want more?
Harmonium notes and dance steps in sync,
You held my hand when I'd falter or shrink.

In heartbreak’s shadow, you cried with me,
Your wisdom and warmth my constant, my sea.
Through storms of tears and joys immense,
Your strength was my refuge, your love immense.

Stationery scattered, my clothing askew,
Yet your laughter would brighten the view.
A Tamagotchi’s beep didn't wake me at night,
For you watched it close, till morning's first light.

You were both mum and dad, strong and wise,
A superhero in real life’s disguise.
Now grown, your voice, still my guiding star,
With your love, I find out who we truly are.

Your slang clumsily dances through the air,
Yet it brings smiles, showing you care.
In every moment, all that is true,
Is bound in the story of me and you.

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In the gentle glow of our shared TV light, We watched Bollywood tales unfold each night. Together on that well-worn sofa we’d stay, Where laughter and tears easily found their way. Friday’s rhythm took us to Grandma's door, With fish and chips and love, who could want more? Harmonium notes and dance steps in sync, You held my hand when I'd falter or shrink. In heartbreak’s shadow, you cried with me, Your wisdom and warmth my constant, my sea. Through storms of tears and joys immense, Your strength was my refuge, your love immense. Stationery scattered, my clothing askew, Yet your laughter would brighten the view. A Tamagotchi’s beep didn't wake me at night, For you watched it close, till morning's first light. You were both mum and dad, strong and wise, A superhero in real life’s disguise. Now grown, your voice, still my guiding star, With your love, I find out who we truly are. Your slang clumsily dances through the air, Yet it brings smiles, showing you care. In every moment, all that is true, Is bound in the story of me and you.