Mama, Mummy, Mum, Mummy

This is a poem I'm doing for my creative writing class

Mama, Mummy, Mum, Mummy.

Mama,

More sounds than real words
but somehow you knew,
and you would pick me up, a crying child
to sing me to sleep again.

Mummy,

The excited cry of a young child
the world still bright and new
Cuts and bruises fixed by a hug and kiss,
You always knew what to do.

Mum,

The frustrated yell of a teenager who didn’t understand.
I’d scream and shout and still you took it all,
a selfish fool who should have known better.

And then Mummy again,

As I hold your hand and perfect my fake smile
and I wonder why it was you,
yet despite your hardships
you smile back and I realise

Though things may change,
and it may hurt to say the words
the meaning is all the same.
Mama, Mummy, Mum, Mummy. You are my world