All through our lives we know there’s one special and crazy lady that we are half of. Wether we celebrate it of not, we are literally half composed of that one woman.
I’m lucky to have the mother I have and will cherish her always. She’s a bit of a hippy, a tad artsy, one hell of a gardener, never realises how amazingly skilled she is, cares for everyone and looks after all she meets. But on top of that she works incredibly hard, never stops, and has hidden skills everywhere! I love her and always will.
Yesterday she helped me move house. When all my accumulated junk was shifted I found this little poem, printed and framed, resting atop a stack of boxes. Another gift my mother possesses. *For those of you who don’t know, my nickname is Bear*
The Bear Explorer.
Once a little baby bear made up her mind to roam
To fare away, fly away, far away from home.
She hadn’t eaten breakfast, which fuelled Ma’s discontent
But with her Papa bear in tow, heres the way she went.
Up and down the Eiffel Tower, round and round in Rome
Down to gloomy London where she used to live – alone.
Through the dreaded Melbourne town, focusing her eye
Up to mighty Warragul, Satin Edge on Vi.
Our around all Gippsland chasing bride and hoss
Until once more, like her Pa before, she profited from loss.
‘Twas a very taxing time, where La and Nathan duly led
She wished her Ma and Pa were home
But they slept in foreign beds.
Her little legs were AWOL. To the U.S. she went.
5 bachelors, a camera fight, some jewellery was lent.
So back away from U.S.A – “Warragul! What a toss!
It’s time for a change” the bear she said “I’m tired of being Boss.
This business has been good to me. 8 years on Vi.
But now its time to journey on. I’m taking to the ski.
So up the price of shop and house. I want no more to own.
Pay it off and adios. Hooray!! Clear of the loan.”
A sad and tired but excited bear, resolved to always roam
She waves and climbs the airline stairs
She’s off to find her home.
– Nimmy
