O have always seen you working hard.
Sometimes I criticised you for not helping mum,
Yet I was the one with the lucky card.
Your lullabies to me you’d hum.

I benefitted most from your goodwill,
All my wishes you’d fullfil.
Your favourite topic are your children,
All our faults you leave unwritten.

At the dinner table you spent hours
Teaching us how to divide,
Fighting for the attention of ours,
Brightening the mood with a sweet delight.