My Mum put my hood up and zipped my coat right up to the top.
She said I was a spaceman as I left for school as young as my memory and mind will let me be.
I was a spaceman for as long as it took me to walk to school up Melbory road then I came down to earth.
My Dad was singing My Way on stage as I walked in the Market Bar.. He’d been left alone for an hour in a pub on the Portobello Road….fair enough!
When I was broken into pieces my Mum held me, my Mum was me because she went through it all with me.
When I was down on my luck and my Dad brushed past me placing a Ten pound note in my empty pocket. I would hear.. are you alright for money son whenever he knew I wasn’t.
My Mum was good with money and my Dad could walk into a pub and know everyone within the hour.
My Mum couldn’t do this but my Dad was bad with cash.
My Mum said that Dad made her feel safe. I love that she said that.
My Dad would swim the channel to make Mum a cup of tea even after their bigest row of the week.
Behind every great man..is a great Women..
My Mum is my Dad’s great Woman behind him.
My Dad is a man with more inside than most will find.
I love them both so much I can’t describe without borrowing more emotion.