Phantom brewed a steaming cup of coffee when i woke.
Phantom cooked as I jogged past the gate.
Phantom ironed my clothes to neat and crisp, while I bathed.
Phantom had hand picked every piece in my breakfast plate.
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Wow, you have a lovely mum, I guess she`s not really a phantom at all.a nice poem
I think only a mother would do all this - and yours sounds wonderful.
don`t say about your mother like this hahaha!))))) oh.... nice poem.... i like the way you describe the phantom))) .... your imagination.
your poem is a tribute to every mother