The eight-year-old wrote a poem about me at school. It goes like this …
My mum is orange
She is spring time
Mum is in the kitchen
She is warm
Mum is a jiggly jumper
She is a little lounge
Mum is Mr Bean
It’s funny how other people see you. I would have never described myself as warm and Mr Bean-like, though I totally get the “little lounge” bit. My version of the poem would have been much drearier: “I am grey, I am wintertime …”
I was tempted to ask her why she used those words and imagery to describe me. But I’ve decided it’s better to be touched that I was compared to springtime, rather than be told she chose a season at random.
Has anyone written a poem/song/limmerick written about you? This is my first. Although a bloke wrote on a bouquet card to me once: “For a Pisces who doesn’t like water, some flowers to put it in”, which I thought was rather poetic.
housegoeshome 
Always best to accept a complement where you can- I found that with the kids if you overthink things or ask too many question you generally get dissappointed!
Quite a few years ago now when our kids were about 3 and 5 we were sitting in a mcdonalds when a man came and gave us a small note that he’d written while watching us
“Oh what a blessing for this life
With never ending joy
God’s blest the husband with his wife
With a sweet girl and boy.
Wishing you happines always! All the best!”
Its very simple but really touched me and I’ve kept it in a photo frame hidden away for about ten years now.
Poor bugger was not to know that those sweet kids would turn out to be devil spawn…. 😛
What a lovely thing for him to take the trouble to write.
That is a wonderful poem! Your kids seem to burst with creativity and originality, I love it.
I have never had such an awesome poem written about me (yet) but I wrote this one about my mum years ago. I am no poet but it meant a lot to me and her at the time!
It was accompanied by an illo of a tree:
There’s something you remind me of …
Something beautiful and strong
The place I seek for quiet rest
When my journey has become to long
Gently dropping little love notes
With barely a sound
And though I may appear to tread on them
I know it’s me they’ve found
Reaching out in all directions
Yet never straying from home
You wave to friends, far, far away
Their constant, as they roam
You raise me higher
Force me to look up, lift my chin!
See things from a different point of view
And even if I fall down again,
I saw it for a second, because of you.
Oh Michele, that’s lovely, no wonder it meant a lot to her.