Your Mum! By Danny Kemp

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Who is there to hold your hand so tight

When you are lonely and afraid at night?

Who is there in the morning when you wake

To point the right road out that you should take?

Who will stand beside you through it all

Even when you’re wrong and stumble and fall?

Who will be there when time moves on

And all your friends have left and gone?

Many might say that they will try

But on only one can you really rely

You know the name, you surely do.

Your Mother will always be next to you.

© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller and in May 2018 his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? became a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada and Australia. Although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows best; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television in the UK.
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2 Responses to Your Mum! By Danny Kemp

  1. A well deserved tribute Danny. It brought tears to my eyes. My Mom was the best, always on my mind. Kudos to you Danny.

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    My mother outlived my father by about ten or so years, but I was never that kind as a son! You can’t get the time back can you, Patricia?

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