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4. Mother and

The Mouse

I can sing ...
I can sing...
The poem show the strength of a mother while also showing that she too
is a human. Sometimes she tries to be strong but sometimes she needs a
support of her son.

My mother is not the sort of Mum,

Who’ll squeal and faint and shiver,

Darkness doesn't scare her,

When it thunders, she won’t quiver!

When I decide to play up
She fixes me with a stare,

One flashing look from her big eyes,

And I just don’t care to dare!

So it was with shock, one morning,

When I woke up from a dream,

To hear my valiant, mighty Mum,

Let out a high-pitched scream!

I raced to see her perched up high,

Upon the kitchen sink,

Squealing like a baby bat,

Right on the edge, the brink.

squeal—make a long, high-pitched cry or noise;
quiver—tremble; play up—act naughty; valiant—
brave and courageous; perched— sitting on the

edge of something; brink—edge

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