An escape from the home where her housework never ends .

To swings in the park where how high up you go depends ,

On your Mother's pushing or your own ability ,

To find freedom in the air like a caged bird set free .

With Mother's picnic basket and a rug on the ground ,

Mother calls the children over and they all sit down .

There are special moment's when life's beginning for some ,

and Mothers make the time for her children to have fun .

A smile from a mother as her children run and play .


A walk in the springtime through the wild flowers in May .

Beyond the concrete shadows the long grass grows knee high,

and butterflies are captured by each innocent eye .


Theirs is space for a whisper and there's time for a scream .

Children need to be heard and Mothers need to be seen .


By Paul McCann