A Shirley Temple look-a-like, born in 1920 Only child and spoiled a lot, admiring looks a’ plenty. Hand-knitted dresses, coats and hats, knew how to get her way Stamped her feet and turned on tears and then ran out to play. Early years out in the bush, tiny school closed down Parents thought the time had come to move back to the town. Moonee Ponds girl growing up, pretty clothes and dances At seventeen was stepping out to grasp at all life’s chances. Some live-in Nanny work at first but that was just rehearsing Until she reached the proper age to be accepted into nursing. Moving on, was time to wed and she was just on twenty, There followed years of laughter, tears, fun and fighting plenty. A baby girl, a baby boy; they grew up Fifties kids, With Mum at home and streets to roam, friends and falls and skids. When time was right the kids took flight and left a Mum still young, Where had it gone? What would she do? A new era had begun. “Come on Mum” her daughter said, “It’s time to come alive, Go out and find yourself a job and also learn to drive.” The world out there awaited her, she travelled wide and far, She found some work, became expert, began to drive a car. Grandchildren, four, to entertain when work and fun would fit it, Her husband bought himself a boat which kept him out of mischief. And yet, when only seventy, widowed and alone, One last promised trip abroad, with daughter – it was done! New interests in retirement, a TV and film career, As extra -- The Botanic Gardens welcomed a volunteer. And there was Mum, green shirt and cap, official Gardens Guide, Leading visitors around, explaining facts with pride. On reaching 80 years of age, she thought her life was done But now enjoys a quieter time with Lovell’s care and fun. Thank you Mum so very much for being there for me, Without your love all through my life, I wonder where I’d be.