I look at you now & think to myself

I look at you now & think to myself,
you sure aren't the you you used to be.
So sensible & always correct my speech.

Now look at you wearing a designer jacket,
probably borrowed from your teenage brother,
a ribs to knees denim skirt,
covering your bump neatly.
I think you shouldn't try to.

Almost ladylike in a green vest
with lace around the neck & strangely,
skull & crossbone stripey legs!
I think that's not very you.

You wearing your hair down,
for a rare time I've seen
since too ill to do it up,
usually a tight plaited bun.
Try to think of you as a mum.

You don't look so strict,
with the soft waves,
now surround your face.
I think you will be a great.