I know I’m nine days late saying this, but I had a lovely Mother’s Day last week. In fact, I was in a state of being highly pleased, or oblectation, the whole weekend, from the Friday night of Spud’s performance to the Tuesday after, when I visited another blogger (tomorrow’s post).
Sunday started with church, followed by my writing group at the art gallery. Later, a walk with the dogs and Hub, a call from my first-born and the Dancing On Ice final was topped only by Spud making Chinese for dinner, under his father’s supervision. It could have been toast and cereal for all I cared – all that mattered was no cooking for me!
Spud gave me Maltesers, Black Jacks, Fruit Salads and Parma Violets. If you think about it, it’s a weird way of spending Mother’s Day – pretending to be a kid with your favourite sweets. Ah well, my kids are used to weird.
Tory Boy wrote a poem; he then recited it, set to one of my favourite pieces of music.
Sweets and poems – my children know me well.
Before I let you read the poem, I have to say in my defence that, while I adore it, I feel there’s a little of the pleonastic about it. I’m not sure you need to know all this stuff about me: I’d like to keep my Excels At Being A Mother laurels just a little while longer.
Apologies for the layout, sweetie – WordPress doesn’t like your formatting.
A Mother’s Love, by Tory Boy
From my very first of check ups
Where the nurses went ballistic,
To the custard in a bottle
Now my teeth are a statistic
Then came the first of prunes
Where my bottom poo’d a’plenty
To falling out the pram
Luck-i-ly the road was empty
Wear a helmet with my scooter?
Whatever were you thinking?
A skateboard helmet for my bike?
I can feel my brain is shrinking
You walked me to my high-school
When all the other kids could see.
Then we went to war and
you said ‘If they fire please call me’
However did I make it?
I don’t think I will ever know
But if there’s one thing that I’m sure of
Its that my love for mum has grown
As she keeps on trying her best
To give my life the best of starts
Because my mummy loves me
And I love her, with all my heart.