Birthday song for Sam

I’ve Watched You Become

Verse 1

Feels like yesterday, Cape Town light

Holding you there for the very first time

So small, so perfect, breath held still

Didn’t know then just how much I’d feel

Through London years and Sydney skies

Watching your world through visits and goodbyes

But every time I saw your face

I saw the person you’d become

Chorus 1

And I’ve watched you become who you are

From a spark to a rising star

From “faster, faster” chasing the wind

To a heart that lets the whole world in

And even from oceans apart

I’ve carried you here in my heart

Verse 2

Running wild with no brakes at all

Laughing loud, never scared to fall

Sunset gold at Llandudno

Salt in your hair, that ocean glow

Sunrise swims in the quiet blue

Finding something honest and true

Curled up slow with a book in hand

Then lighting up every room you stand in

Chorus 2

And I’ve watched you become who you are

All that light, all that heart

Every laugh and every tear

Every doubt that brought you here

And you shine in all that you do

In a way that’s so deeply you

Verse 3

Now you sit in that sacred space

Holding lives with such quiet grace

You see the parts we try to hide

And help them breathe, and soften inside

You’ve known those shadows in your own way

That’s how you know just what to say

Turning pain into something kind

A healing hand, a steady mind

Chorus 3

And I’ve watched you become who you are

Not in spite of the scars

But because you feel so deep

You can hold what others keep

And the world is better, it’s true

Just because it has you

Verse 4

In Kenilworth streets you’ve made your home

Not far from Matt, not far from your own

Sunlight drifting through quiet rooms

Soft conversations, creative blooms

From Stellenbosch halls to Hermanus shores

Giving your heart to something that’s more

And every client that finds your care

Feels something safe just being there

Bridge

From dancing to Abba as a child

To standing strong and undefiled

From fearless speed to deeper sight

You grew your wings in your own time

And all the love you give away

You see it in the lives you touch

It’s there in how you show up

In all the quiet things you do

Final Chorus

And I’ve watched you become who you are

And I couldn’t be more proud

Through every high and every fall

You’ve found a way to hold it all

So keep shining, just like you do

The world is better with you

Song for Xenia for her birthday

A heartfelt song I created for Xenia to celebrate our beautiful friendship and her birthday.

The Road Gets Brighter With You

Verse 1

Tuesday nights in Jilly’s lounge

Quiet seekers gathered round

Listening for a deeper truth

That’s the night I first met you

You spoke your heart so honestly

No disguise, just authenticity

And something in that gentle room

A rare friendship began to bloom

Chorus 1

Life gets brighter walking with you

Through harbour winds and morning blue

From Jilly’s circle to cafés nearby

You make the ordinary shine

Some friends appear then drift from view

But some feel timeless, deep and true

Through every step my heart still knew

Life’s a richer road with you

Verse 2

Bowral roads and country skies

Driving out to visit Jilly

Lunch at The Mill, laughter rising

Those long trips felt easy

Friday mornings, Balls Head views

Harbour light and quiet blues

Meditation, dreams we share

Designing lives with care

Chorus 2

The road grows deeper walking with you

From Bowral hills to harbour views

Friday mornings by the sea

Talking about the lives we’ll lead

The courage in the truth you show

The open heart that lets love flow

Through every mile my spirit knew

Life feels wider next to you

Verse 3

You sing when courage calls your name

Your voice rising clear and brave

You share your art with open heart

Showing others it’s okay

You help the lost stand up again

Seeing light in broken souls

Though the world may overlook

The quiet strength you hold

Chorus 3

The world feels kinder walking with you

Through parkland paths and harbour views

Through lockdown days we found a way

Meeting in the park each day

Through laughter, wisdom, food and song

A friendship steady, deep and strong

Through every season I still see

The gift you’ve been to me

Verse 4

With Chris and Jane and Shushann too

And Krissula beside us

Our little circle gathering

Where laughter lives and guides us

Stories shared across the table

Life unfolding as we go

Friendships woven strong and kind

The kind few people know

Chorus 4

And the circle grows brighter with you

Through meals and music shared in view

Through honest words and laughter too

You make this wandering life feel true

Some friends pass quickly out of view

But some help shape the life we choose

And every mile my heart still knew

Life’s a better road with you

Bridge

You’ve taught me truth is worth the cost

To live with nothing left concealed

To meet the world with honesty

And let the heart be fully revealed

And when my anxious storms appear

You meet them calm and crystal clear

A friend who helps me find again

The beauty living here

Final Chorus

Life feels sacred walking with you

From Mackie’s quiet trust of you

To harbour winds and wandering paths

And tables full of joyful laughs

Through every valley, every view

I know how rare a soul like you

And every mile my heart still says

Life is a better road with you.

Her lovely response

Song for Dennis, a friend of Chris

Chris and I created a song for his one-legged, indomitable friend, Dennis who is about to turn 80. I love it. It captures his wonderful and cheeky spirit. He is a real inspiration. I had the pleasure of meeting him and hearing his life story as part of my research. Not that he suspects it had anything to do with creating a song for him!

Dennis Won’t Slow Down

Verse 1

Out where the wheat trains rolled through town

Kids on horses kicking dust around

Young Dennis pumping down the line

Railway jigger and a grin that shined

Born with polio, skinny little frame

But quitting life was never in the game

If the road got rough he'd laugh out loud

“Mate, I’ll figure something out.”

Chorus

Dennis won’t slow down

Not for fate, not for time

Wild white hair in the wind

And a stubborn kind of mind

From the bush to Sydney town

Hear that scooter’s roaring sound

Call him crazy, call him brilliant

Dennis won’t slow down

Verse 2

Seventeen riding northern land

Fixing fences with a wire in hand

Two horses, one dog, miles of sky

Dingos howling as the days rolled by

Truck came once a week with bread

Water drums and a place for bed

Forty degrees and the desert sun

That’s where the story begun

Chorus

Dennis won’t slow down

Not for fate, not for time

Wild white hair in the wind

And a stubborn kind of mind

From the outback dust

To the city underground

Nothing in this world

Can slow Dennis down

Verse 3

Then came tanks in Vietnam rain

Steel and thunder through the jungle plain

Six big machines under his command

Young sergeant with a steady hand

Three long tours and he made it home

To a country that left him alone

Dennis just shrugged with a crooked grin

“Right… what’s next then?”

Chorus

Dennis won’t slow down

Not for fate, not for time

Wild white hair in the wind

And a stubborn kind of mind

From the Mekong mud

To the harbour shining brown

Nothing in this world

Can slow Dennis down

Verse 4

Printing presses night and day

Worked his way up the hard-earned way

Ran the whole show, retired at fifty

But sitting still just didn’t fit him

Philippines sun, he met sweet Joy

Little Louise became his pride and joy

Life kept rolling loud and proud

Just the way Dennis likes it now

Bridge

Christmas Eve in a hospital gown

Doctor says “Dennis, you stay lying down.”

He says “Mate… I just need a smoke.”

Scooter roaring down the corridor floor

Nearly knocks a nurse through the lift door

Across the highway in a dressing gown

Bought his smokes and sat right down

Two quick puffs and a rebel grin

Chris just shaking his head at him

Final Chorus

Dennis won’t slow down

Not for fate, not for time

One tough life behind him

And a spark still in his eyes

Hear that scooter flying

All across the town

Call him legend, call him Dennis

But he won’t slow down

An essay about Dennis based on my interview with him

There are people who drift through life quietly, leaving behind a faint ripple. And then there are people like Dennis, who barrel through it like a souped-up scooter at sixty kilometres an hour, wild white hair in the wind, leaving everyone else laughing, shaking their heads, and wondering how on earth one human being can pack so much life into such a small frame.

Dennis is nearly eighty. And if you ask him to slow down, he’ll probably laugh at you.

He was born with polio, which left him with a weakened leg from childhood. For most people that would have been a life-defining limitation. For Dennis it was more like an inconvenient detail — something to work around while getting on with the real business of living. From the very beginning he seemed to have an instinctive understanding that obstacles are simply puzzles waiting to be solved.

His childhood belonged to a world that feels almost mythical now: rural Australia, railway lines cutting through wheat country, horses tied to fences outside tiny country schools. Kids rode in from farms in every direction. If there were sixty students in the school, there were probably sixty horses outside. And Dennis, with his irrepressible grin, was often in the middle of the action. Sometimes he rode horses. Sometimes he powered down the railway line on a hand-pumped jigger, friends clinging on for the ride as if they were on the world’s most improbable rollercoaster.

Adventure came early.

At seventeen or eighteen, while many teenagers today are worrying about exams or what to watch on Netflix, Dennis was sent to the Northern Territory to work as a boundary rider on a cattle station that stretched across an almost unimaginable 2.5 million acres. His job was to patrol and repair the fences that held that vast land together.

He did it largely alone.

Two horses. One dog. Endless sky.

Every fifteen kilometres there was a rough shelter — four posts, a sheet of corrugated iron, a drum of water. Once a week a truck would arrive with supplies: bread, tins of food, sometimes a packet of tobacco, sometimes a couple of beer bottles dangling in the water tank to keep them cool. If supplies ran out, you shot a kangaroo or a cow and made do.

Days could hit forty-five degrees. Nights could drop close to freezing. Storms rolled across the desert with little warning. But Dennis, a bush kid at heart, simply figured it out.

That phrase — figured it out — might be the secret of his life.

Then came Vietnam.

Dennis served three tours there as a tank commander, responsible for six tanks rumbling through jungle and delta country in the middle of a war that was as chaotic as it was brutal. Inside a tank, he once said, the sound of bullets hitting the armour was like standing under a metal bucket while people hurled rocks at it. The noise was constant. The tension never switched off.

Yet he survived.

When the war ended in chaos, Dennis was among those evacuated by helicopter and packed onto an aircraft carrier overflowing with thousands of soldiers and refugees. Helicopters were pushed off the deck to make room for more people. Planes were dumped into the sea. The only priority was getting everyone out alive.

Returning home, however, proved almost as hard as the war itself. Vietnam veterans were not welcomed back with celebration. Many were told not to even wear their uniforms when they landed in Australia. Recognition took years, and for some of Dennis’s fellow soldiers it came too late.

Dennis did what he has always done.

He got on with life.

He moved into the printing industry, starting at the ground floor and eventually rising to become the general manager of a large printing network with more than a hundred shops. He retired at fifty — which for most people might signal a long, slow drift into comfortable inactivity.

But Dennis is not “most people.”

Retirement lasted about as long as it takes a stubborn man to get bored.

He went to the Philippines to run a massive printing company. The job involved sorting out corruption, firing dozens of staff, receiving death threats, travelling with armed security, and surviving a heart attack along the way. Somewhere in the middle of all that he also met the woman who would become his wife, Joy, and together they raised their daughter Louise.

Eventually Dennis brought his family to Australia after a long and complicated visa process that required persistence, ingenuity, and probably a fair bit of the stubborn determination he has always had in abundance.

Then, nine years ago, life threw him another challenge.

Because of the long-term effects of polio, Dennis lost his leg.

Many people might have taken that as a signal to slow down.

Dennis took it as a signal to upgrade his scooter.

Today he zips around on a souped-up mobility scooter capable of reaching speeds that would make most mobility scooters blush. He repairs machines, restores mopeds, fixes cars, and generally behaves like a one-man mechanical workshop that refuses to accept the concept of retirement.

He also has a Jack Russell named Buddy — a tiny dog with the temperament of a heavily armed border guard. Buddy is fiercely protective of Dennis and treats strangers with the suspicion normally reserved for international spies.

And then there is the story that perfectly captures Dennis in a single moment.

When he lost his leg, he was recovering in hospital just before Christmas. The hospital, in its infinite wisdom, discharged him with almost no support equipment. But Dennis had a more immediate concern.

He wanted a cigarette.

So he summoned his friend Chris and instructed him to bring his mobility scooter to the hospital. Chris arrived, somewhat uncertain about how to drive the thing, but just in time to witness Dennis leap onto it like a cavalry officer mounting a horse.

The scooter roared down the corridor. A nurse narrowly avoided becoming roadkill. Dennis shot into the lift, out onto the street, and across the Pacific Highway — wearing nothing but a hospital dressing gown, which apparently left certain aspects of his anatomy enthusiastically exposed to the general public.

Minutes later he returned victorious, cigarettes in hand, calmly smoking his second one before Chris had even finished processing what had just happened.

If you want to understand Dennis, that story probably tells you everything.

He is stubborn. He is fearless. He is inventive. He is sometimes outrageous. But above all he is alive in a way that many people forget to be.

Dennis himself once explained his philosophy with the kind of blunt wisdom that only comes from long experience.

If the mind stops working, the body stops working too.

So he keeps both working.

And that, in the end, may be the real lesson of Dennis.

Life will knock you down. Sometimes it will take a leg. Sometimes it will throw war, illness, bureaucracy, or bad luck in your path.

Dennis looks at those things the way a mechanic looks at a broken engine.

Roll up the sleeves.

Figure it out.

And keep moving.

Preferably at sixty kilometres an hour.

A song for Tina

I created a song for Tina which she loved.  I shared it with her when I spent Xmas with her and the family.

Message from Marion who I shared the song with

Still So Here

Verse 1

Ninety-one years and you’re still so here,

Clear in your laughter, steady and near.

You chose good living, a mindful way,

Less sugar, more care, more light in your days.

Coleslaw on the table, biscuits just right,

You’ve always known how to nourish a life.

Pre-Chorus

There’s a quiet wisdom in the way you move,

A gentleness shaped by what you’ve lived through.

Chorus

You’re still so here, still warm, still bright,

Still opening hearts just by your light.

Time may pass, but this much is true:

The world is kinder for having you.

Verse 2

Kirribilli mornings, harbour in view,

Tuesday night silence breaking us through.

A shared stillness, a knowing glance,

Learning to rest in the present’s expanse.

You followed the call all the way to India’s door,

Came back with a heart that could love even more.

Pre-Chorus

Something opened and never closed again,

A deeper yes to joy and pain.

Chorus

You’re still so here, still open, still true,

Still seeing beauty where others don’t choose.

In books, in art, in a perfectly played tune,

You meet the world like a long-held friend.

Verse 3

You see the world like an artist does,

Feeling the colours before the words.

A type four heart, uniquely true,

Making meaning where few can do.

Even loneliness taught you how

To love more deeply, right here, now.

Verse 4

Ruth’s food on the table, colour and care,

Paint on the walls and love everywhere.

Dom by your side through the hardest days,

Finding new ground in courageous ways.

Dogs in the garden, balls flying fast,

You smile at the joy that’s never the past.

Pre-Chorus

Your love keeps widening, quietly strong,

A place where so many of us belong.

Chorus

You’re still so here, still generous, still kind,

Still making a home in the hearts that you find.

Family and friendship, gathered and true,

We’re richer for simply knowing you.

Bridge

Scrabble words waiting,

Road trips to Bowral,

Lunches and laughter,

Table tennis battles.

Sushi at Taki,

Harbour cafés,

Deep conversations

That carried our days.

You speak it in moments, in laughter and care,

In the warmth of your presence, in how you are there.

Final Chorus

You’re still so here, and you always will be,

In art and in memory, in you and in me.

This Christmas together, beneath summer skies,

I’m grateful beyond what words can describe.

Outro

So here’s to your courage, your depth, your grace,

Your quiet strength, your radiant face.

My beautiful friend, this song is true:

I am so thankful —

For you.

A song for Helen, Chris's sister

Helen is unwell and Chris wanted to create a song for her expressing love. We had so much fun creating it.  Song creating is such a wonderful new creative outlet.

“Helen, You Still Bloom”

(from Chris to Helen)

Verse 1

You came along six summers after me,

Little bike wheels humming up and down that path so free.

I’d stand there teasing, blocking up your way,

You’d shout at me, then laugh again — that was our everyday.

I’d lift you on the bar of my old bike,

We’d ride and sing those silly tunes you always seemed to like.

“Riding along on a push bike, baby…” in the breeze,

A big dumb brother and his sister, happy as you please.

Chorus

Oh Helen, sweet Helen, you’re a gentle, shining soul,

With a heart that finds the smallest joys and makes the broken whole.

Like a lost cat in the shadows, you still purr and you still bloom,

You bring your light and laughter into every quiet room.

Oh Helen, my Helen, if you only truly knew,

How loved you are, how cherished — I’m so proud of you.

Verse 2

You watched the creatures roaming through the yard:

Duke the dog, and Twinkle in the garden standing guard.

Blossom with one bright eye, Tyler roaming free —

Each whiskered friend you gathered felt like family.

You’re the Jane Goodall of every cat,

Reading all their secret moods and knowing where they’re at.

Closer to the animals than the people sometimes too,

But that just showed the softness and the kindness deep in you.

Chorus

Oh Helen, sweet Helen, you’re a gentle, shining soul,

With a heart that finds the smallest joys and makes the broken whole.

Like a lost cat in the shadows, you still purr and you still bloom,

You bring your light and laughter into every quiet room.

Oh Helen, my Helen, if you only truly knew,

How loved you are, how cherished — I’m so proud of you.

Verse 3

Do you remember Susan with her mud-cake trick?

Hundreds and thousands sprinkled on — it got you pretty quick.

You took a bite and scrunched your face, I hurled one as she ran,

It splattered down her dress and back — oh, what a day we had!

And later on in Auckland, when you stayed a little while,

You found a job with films and walked with that proud smile.

Your own flat and a boyfriend, Sunday catch-ups too —

Those simple golden moments will always shine in view.

Verse 4

You loved the zoo, the music, all the 80s songs,

Singing in the kitchen, tapping rhythms all day long.

And every time you phoned me with a laugh or just a “Hey…”

I felt that little sister love in such a tender way.

You’ve always cared for others with a quiet, steady grace —

For Mum, for friends like Mavis, for each soul in every place.

You spread your warmth so easily, the way a candle does,

And every heart you touched still glows because of who you are — because…

Verse 5

And Marian’s been your anchor through the years,

Calling, visiting, steadying your fears.

A sister’s love that never fades away,

Your daily rock, your sunlight in the day.

And John once opened up his home to you,

Shared the shopping, shared the ordinary too.

Even through the storms his mind would send,

He offered you a place — a brother and a friend.

Final Chorus

Oh Helen, sweet Helen, you’re a gentle, shining soul,

With a heart that finds the smallest joys and makes the broken whole.

Like a lost cat in the shadows, you still purr and you still bloom,

You bring your light and laughter into every quiet room.

Oh Helen, my Helen, if you only truly knew,

How loved you are, how cherished — I’m so proud of you.

My first spiritual song

 

I created my first spiritual song with Suno, inspired by a poem I wrote in 2021.

Right now

Right now I Am…

   soaring high on outstretched wings

   opening my petals to the morning sun

   scurrying through a termite cathedral

  spinning an intricate web of silk

   trumpeting through an upturned trunk

   laying eggs in a little pond

   picking nits from my lover’s fur

   probing the damp soil with my spindly roots

   singing a duet through a twittering beak

   galloping along on mud-spattered hooves

   surfing waves with gleeful squeaks

   gazing out meditatively with large, luminous eyes

   stretching my branches up and out into the vast, open sky

   smelling for truffles with my sensitive, pink snout

   probing a hole in the rocks with a nimble tentacle

   paddling along a stream with powerful kicks

   hungrily sucking warm milk from my mother’s teat

   searching the ocean bed in search of a larger shell to call home

   charging headlong into the horns of another with a mighty clash

   licking my paws with a raspy tongue

   wriggling this way and that to shed my scaly skin

   breathing in air through my damp, permeable membrane

   bobbing up and down in an intricate dance with my life-long mate

   cutting the water with my dorsal fin

   rising up on thrusting haunches in orgasmic release

   stalking stealthily in pursuit of unsuspecting prey

   enclosing my young one in a protective embrace of flippers and feet

   staring patiently at the water with my rapier like bill ready to strike

   wagging my tail in unrestrained welcome

   sharing a belly-laugh with a beloved friend

   staring in wonder at a crimson sunset

   shedding grief-stricken tears at an untimely loss

   typing this poem with clumsy fingers and an open heart

All these things I, the Cosmic Mind,  experience in the timeless Now

and a quintillion quintillion more things

across countless different worlds and dimensions.

All experiences past, present, and future

exploding forth as pure perception from the Singularity I Am,

the Infinite Awareness I Am,

in a great, exultant cosmic bang,

creating the ultimate immersive, experiential work of art,

wondrous and beautiful,

epic and profound,

beyond all imagination.

Another spiritual song (entirely different!)

Based on a poem I wrote in 2021.

I Am

I am unremitting joy. I am utter despair.

I am languid peace. I am chaotic turmoil.

I am abundant generosity. I am insatiable greed.

I am adoring love. I am heartless indifference.

I am pure innocence. I am vulgar sleaze.

I am cocksure swagger. I am fearful doubt.

I am a shy smile.  I am a vicious snarl.

I am a soaring symphony. I am a fearful din.

I am a scurrying ant.  I am a motionless sloth.

I am a soaring eagle.  I am a crawling worm.

I am a gargantuan tree.  I am a tiny flower.

I am an omnipotent king.  I am a cowering subject.

I am an athletic champion.  I am a lazy slob.

I am a holy saint.  I am an atrocious tyrant.

I am an impenetrable jungle.  I am a withered land.

I am a  mountain peak.  I am a gaping abyss.

I am a blazing sun.  I am a planet of ice.

I am an endless galaxy.  I am a grain of sand.

I am a radiant light.  I am the darkest night.

I am this.  I am that.

I am here.  I am there.

I am him.  I am her.

I am you.  I am me.

I am the collective experience of all these things

and many, many more;

a kaleidoscope of a quintillion different perceptions

and I am that which makes experiencing possible.

I am the Eternal Subject

yet I also take the form of every object.

I Am All That Is.

I Am all Knowing.

I Am all Being.

I Am.

I Am.

I Am.

Written: 2021

A song I created for Jo

I had so much fun creating this for Jo.

 

My Sister, My Heart

Verse 1

We laughed till we cried, milk through your nose,

Secret looks when the chaos rose.

Marco Polo in the pool all day,

Chocolate stolen, we’d sneak away.

Dad combing hair while the drivers queued,

We rolled our eyes — our secret feud.

Two little rebels with hearts so free,

You were the world to me.

Chorus

My sister, my heart, my lifelong friend,

Through every beginning, through every end.

You lift my world with all you do,

There’s a sacred light that shines in you.

No distance dims, no time apart —

You’ll always be my sister, my heart.

Verse 2

Head girl smile, that fearless grace,

Gramps’s pride all over his face.

Eighteen years and you sailed away,

Canada called — you found your way.

Letters home made strangers cry,

Your words could always reach the sky.

And I just watched, so proud of you,

And loved you deeper too.

Chorus

My sister, my heart, my lifelong friend,

Through every beginning, through every end.

You lift my world with all you do,

There’s a sacred light that shines in you.

No distance dims, no time apart —

You’ll always be my sister, my heart.

Verse 3

Wedding bells and laughter strong,

A life of love where hearts belong.

Sam and Matt with eyes so bright,

You guide them softly through the night.

Photos, calendars, cards each year,

Your love made visible, ever near.

Home that glows with grace and art,

A mirror of your heart.

Verse 4

Orange River, sick and weak,

You rowed for two, you found my streak.

You called me boet with that gentle grin,

And pulled me back from the dark within.

Christmas cake and peppermint pie,

Thai curry under a Cape Town sky.

You made me laugh, reminded me,

Who I could be.

Chorus

My sister, my heart, my lifelong friend,

Through every beginning, through every end.

You lift my world with all you do,

There’s a sacred light that shines in you.

No distance dims, no time apart —

You’ll always be my sister, my heart.

Bridge

Through loss and tears, through joy and grace,

You’ve held the soul of our family place.

You spoke for Gran when I could not,

Your words — pure love, no second thought.

You’ve been my mirror, my laughter, my calm,

My shelter, my courage, my open palm.

Though years may fly and oceans part,

You’re still the home inside my heart.

Final Chorus (soft, reflective)

My sister, my heart, my lifelong friend,

You’ve been my home time and again.

From childhood days to skies brand new,

My deepest love will follow you.

Forever close, though miles apart —

You’ll always be my sister, my heart.

Forever my sister, my heart.

My first song: A song I created for mum with help from Suno

I've always wanted to be able to create special songs for people I love. Now it's possible. I'm so excited about it.

     

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

There’s something quietly magical about using Suno—like being handed a doorway into a lifelong dream. I’ve always wanted to create songs, but never had the musical training or tools to do it. Now, with just a few words, melodies begin to form, voices emerge, and fully realised songs take shape out of thin air.