That's My Sophie 🎶

This is Sarah, Sophie's mum,

Let me tell you where my baby girl came from!

Forty years of pride, laughter, and love,

Here's my story of the gift from above!

Four years old, sat next to Roald Dahl at story time,

First in class, primary school—she was mine!

Wanted to be a news reader but only as a rapper,

Even back then, she was a natural adapter!

Seven years old in the bank one day,

Masked robbers rushed in—what can I say?

They tried to rob but the shutters came down,

Trapped inside, they yanked the door, looked like clowns!

Took off their masks, sat defeated and bare,

Security cameras caught them everywhere!

Getaway driver pushed the door—it opened with ease,

They'd been pulling when they should've pushed, please!

That's my Sophie! (That's my Sophie!)

Gee see ess ee's with As and A stars so bright! (so bright!)

That's my Sophie! (That's my Sophie!)

Head of school said Cambridge—she's taking flight! (taking flight!)

Liverpool for architecture, then Central Saint Martins! (Saint Martins!)

My daughter, my pride, my heart never parting! (never parting!)

That's my Sophie! (That's my Sophie!)

Well-loved daughter, sister, aunt, wife, and friend! (and friend!)

Birthdays lasted a whole week long,

Sophie celebrated life with joy and song!

Best friend Yasmin sleeping over at our place,

So much noise, couldn't sleep—what a race!

Proud moment Liverpool accepted her dream,

Prouder still when Saint Martins saw her gleam!

Christmas shopping, Sophie sends inspiration shots,

Expensive handbag photos mixed in the lot!

Lo and behold, I bought the bag she showed,

Generous mum, that's how our love flowed!

Independent woman, I visit Trinidad for months,

Stay with Emma, take the car, go where I want!

I'm a mathematician, roulette croupier in my youth,

Playboy bunny in casinos—that's the truth!

Dealt to Frank Sinatra, Saudis, oligarchs too,

Seventeen times table in my head—what can't I do?

Born in Jamaica but I'm a Londoner at heart,

The girls laugh at my Jamaican claims—that's their part!

Dated Mervyn 'cause he had a sports car and Bob Marley tickets fine,

He wrote in my diary "a great man was born"—that sealed the line!

I'm a nurse by trade, dealt with blood every day,

But when it's my daughters? I faint away!

Supposed to be with Emma when Savannah was born,

Passed that to Sophie—she was torn!

Now I spoil them all—Emma, Sophie, Savannah too,

Manor Drive in Wembley, but Trinidad's my view!

I bicker with them all, Savannah laughs "Oh Nana!"

They think I'm crazy, enigma, full of drama!

Own properties in the UK, the girls follow my lead,

Matriarch of the family, planting every seed!

They love me, respect me, let me be who I am,

That's my Sophie, my Emma, my Savannah—my fam!

That's my Sophie! (That's my Sophie!)

Forty years of brilliance, beauty, and grace! (and grace!)

That's my Sophie! (That's my Sophie!)

My daughter lighting up every single place! (every place!)

Liverpool to Trinidad, Central Saint Martins pride! (Martins pride!)

My Sophie, my joy, always by my side! (by my side!)

That's my Sophie! (That's my Sophie!)

Happy 40th birthday, my love multiplied! (multiplied!)

Close-knit family, adorable and strong,

Sarah, Emma, Sophie, Savannah—we belong!

From Jamaica to London, Trinidad shores,

Happy birthday, Sophie—my love forever pours!

That's my baby! That's my Sophie! Forty and fabulous!