Fantastic poem written by HWM for Mum last week:

We must write a poem for Mum, but how on earth shall we do it?
So all we ask is for you to know there’s more than we can fit.
Her wisdom and her natural ease and her endless energy –
And her joie de vivre and her towel too (who cares what neighbors see?)

We must write a poem for Mum, for a mother with such passion
Is a great gift and big shoes to fill – or borrow (she’s got fashion!)
And all we ask is to see through her eyes and to use her map,
When our own daughters perplex us, outrun us, or won’t nap.

We must write a poem for Mum, who drinks the marrow out of life
As headhunter, athlete, adventurer, friend and wife.
And all she asks is “what can I do?” with her trademark smile,
We’re here to say, “this is your day! Let us fete you for a while.”

We must write a poem for Mum, to the woman we wish to be,
And all we ask is your raised glass and some shouts of “Yay! 60!”
In East Greenwich and London and Paris and Harvard Square,
Susan Mead, you’re a legend. Your fans are everywhere.