Happy Mother's Day!

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!