To my dear mum I gave
The scent of sweet Jasmine
Upon a slender climbing vine
On the second day of Christmas
To my dear mum I gave
The scent of her favourite carnations
Through her window; wafting sweet
On the third day of Christmas
To my dear mum I gave
Fragrant pink blooming roses
From my love's garden they came
On the fourth day of Christmas
To my dear mum I gave
A tissue box full of scented lavender
To relax her; for she is very brave
On the fifth day of Christmas
To my dear mum I gave
A gift all wrapped in cellophane
A garden full of fragrance it claimed
On the sixth day of Christmas
To my dear mum I gave
Good news from her loved ones
Precious hugs, kisses; they sent; I conveyed
On the seventh day of Christmas
To my dear mum I gave
A soft kiss upon her tired brow
A whispered endearment that I'd saved
On the eighth day of Christmas
To my dear mum I gave
A foot rub and a pedicure
A simple gesture of love I gave
On the ninth day of Christmas
To my dear mum I gave
A meal cooked for her not by her
Her energy I hoped to save
On the tenth day of Christmas
To my dear mum I gave
A few simple memories
A hint of laughter showed in her eyes
On the eleventh day of Christmas
To my dear mum I gave
A squeeze upon her wrinkled old hands
To show her that I really care
On the twelfth day of Christmas
To my dear mum I gave
A gift of a little Bible
God's precious words therein engraved
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