Mothers day acrostic poem and poem

My Mum 
She's weird in a brilliant way. 
She oms and meditates. 
She follows no recipe but it always turns out perfect. 
My mums dancing to old songs is a little bit embarrassing.
Her crystals, card and chakra bowl is precious.


She's a beautiful mess even when she doesn't wash
her hair and has holes in her favourite clothes.
If I need anything she can always find it or make it.

When I hop into bed with her at night she is soft, warm
and cuddly she says that I am brilliant and weird too.


Here's a photo of my acrostic poem

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