I can't remember if it was my first word or not,
Though I know I do say it a lot.
Not Mum, Mom, Mummy or mother,
You're Mammy to me and never another.

My Mammy with red hair, or purple hair, or brown,
My Mammy who'd pick me up, if I should fall down.
Who'd help dress my barbies and find their lost shoes,
And my crayons, and books, and other things I lose.

You'd teach me to read, dont know how long that took,
Then you wont mind too much when I steal all your books.
Taught me maths and science, and my a-b-c-d's
Taught me right, wrong, and when to say please.

You'd take those drawings I did when I was three,
Stick them up with pride, so that everyone could see,
You'd keep all works of art we made when we were kids,
The certificates, the reports, anything we did.

You'd tie my shoe's for me when I did not know how.
You'd open tins for me, you still do that now.
You'll always be there when things get rough,
And with us lot for children, surely thats tough.

We are standing on our own now, shoe's tied and all.
We got through primary and comp, we even got tall.
We have you to thank for that (And Daddy of course too)
Though dont think that your job here is through.

Though we are all grown up now, you must be aware,
We still need our Mammy, we still need you there.
We love you mammy, and with this I show it
(Even though, god knows, Im a terrible poet)