I'm blaming you
for my dual passion for
dance
as well as correcting
poor grammar.
I'm blaming you
that I thought there
was a chance
I'd be in a ukulele
band with ya.
I'm blaming you
for every little change
that as a kid didn't
phase me.
I'd like to blame you
for making me strange
but we both know that's
all me!
I'm blaming you
for these darn good
genes
and for those amazing
jeans
that you convinced me
to buy.
And you keep blaming me
for your shopping spree
but that's pretty much
all lie!
I'm blaming you
for the fact I can't
listen to 'Let it Snow'
without thinking of
that line you ruined (you know?)
or how sticky toffee
pudding
was a bit more 'spotted
dick'
after you'd finished
with it.
I'm blaming you
for everything I didn't
do
when I was just a teen
because you see,
it was the best thing
you ever did for me
and I was positively
affected
by being so well
protected.
I'm blaming you
for being well fed
and well read
and well educated
(and not knowing a
bacon buttie
was just bacon between
bread)
I'm blaming you
for music you got me
into
and for the fact I know
all the words to Simply Red
which, by the way, is
never to be repeated
to anyone else.
(But good old Mick was
right in some ways
because I actually do
love the thought of coming home to you.)
I'm blaming you
for inspiring me
to be
the best woman I can
be.
I know I'll have
succeeded if I'm half as strong as you,
half as kind as you,
half as considerate as
you,
half as compassionate
as you.
No, I don't know what
I'd do without you.
I'm thanking you,
that I have so many
good things to blame you for,
there's so much that I
owe you for,
so much you might think
goes ignored,
but I see everything
you 'do me for'.
So I'm blaming you
for being the best Mum
in the world,
and yeah, everyone says
it,
about their own Mam, I
know it,
but there can only be
one
and everyone else is
wrong
so you'd best believe
it's true,
'cause I know that it's
you!
Happy Mother's Day!
