Thank You, Mum
Verse 1
Thank you for the gift of life,
For saying I was the cutest child alive.
For midnight cries and sleepless nights,
And for flying through my endless whines.
You gave me Jo, the best of friends,
A sister whose love will never end.
For crayon walls and sticky hands,
You still believed I’d do great things someday.
Chorus
Thank you, Mum — for everything and more,
For love that built the man I’ve become.
For the laughter, the care, the open door,
You’re my heart, my home — my mum.
Oh, thank you, Mum — for all you’ve done,
For the light you are, my only one.
Verse 2
For the ice creams, camping nights, and sea,
For every photo, memory, and melody.
For every toy, from Lego dreams
To roller skates and old machines.
For Sunday mornings under the sheets,
Your warmth was home, your smile complete.
For gentle words when I lost my way,
You helped me find my brighter day.
Bridge
For poems, pets, and birthdays bright,
For feeding hearts and appetites.
For roast beef, trifle, chocolate cold,
For teaching joy that never grows old.
For typing essays late at night,
And saying, “You’ll be fine, all right.”
For courage when Dad had gone away,
You held the sky and faced each day.
Verse 3
For Christmas smells and Easter treats,
For gentle talks and steady beats.
For all your love through highs and lows,
For giving space so I could grow.
For photos, calls, and midnight chats,
And every laugh we’ve shared like that.
For being you — so true, so kind,
The best mum any soul could find.
Final Chorus
Thank you, Mum — for everything and more,
For love that built the man I’ve become.
For the laughter, the care, the open door,
You’re my heart, my home — my mum.
Oh, thank you, Mum — for all you’ve done,
For the light you are, my only one.
Tag
Thank you for being exactly you,
I love you — always, and a day too.
Suno
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