The fun loving chameleon.
I knew a woman akin to a chameleon.
Not in a hiding way, that slow moving, or a wicked tongue way
More, a never the need to change things, or prey way
More of a blending in, and reassuring way
Always giving it colour, the fun way
She could adapt, and give what was apt, and people liked that.
She could change moods with us young dudes, removing moody blues, while singing tunes
She could be anything I wanted, would side with me, never to be unwanted
It was my Mums way…