Christ – have you seen Mum’s arse?
Her lockdown cakes have gathered
round her lower half – Imagine that
hung on us? Dad’ll have a ball/He’s
got more bits to grab! He’ll be like a
pig in.. Is mine that big? Ha! not yet!
Yet? Bitch!/ I feel sorry for our girls –
I’m hoping it skips a generation/Ah!
Ours – or theirs?/Ours of course – &
you agree/You eatin’ those biscuits?
Tag: parenthood
A Dry Gully Lies
As if it is expecting to fill
[but not in summer & so
she lies] a dry dredge of
leaf-rot layers & fixing of
soil into banks – a funnel
of geography/ Split trees
languor – supine – on this
rough stick-bed ready for
floods to rise [ask Noah]/
I sit on a bough – my legs
complain – shit floats – &
other family sayings I am
yet to broach – my kids’ll
wait – they hear a falsity –
[it keeps others so-sweet
& half afloat] – shit floats/
My eldest repeated truths
aloud [I also speak them]/
A path crosses its birthing
place – a dry gully of fallen
crosses & dammable logs/
It is down from here in our
mud-winter – it’ll flow from
here/ & my year old dog is
keen to dig up water & my
youngest son is on a lake –
without a soul to save him
All He Hears
One of mine messaged me
& I cried – his honesty stays
What’s bred into his bones?
I claim him as my own – his
ear is clipped by other whip
of tongues [& soured looks]
but he recovers from his fall
& his failing timbers/ I’m not
here to tell him to be kind to
those who use foul words or
froth over lies & coffees/ No
I am here to one day tell him
all that he half-hears [all that
background babel – clucks –
spat dislikes] – all that is fear
There Is Less
There is nothing missing in her life now –
no racists at family lunches & snobbery
about whose house is best [& no Brexit-
justifiers with their Mail on Sunday wide
open with its offers aimed at dull bigots]
& kids who are not allowed to be extant –
snapped at/ No simmering [fugly] anger
[thick as brown soup] – stirred by Farage
as he sups on another pint of mistruth/ It
won’t be regretted [there’s plenty of fish
to catch – ‘Cos fishin’ rights matter now!]
Hold briefly your peace [she tells herself]
No more driving off with carsick feelings
[as her kids deride a xenophobic relative
with laughs] Those days are not missed/
Blood Lies
It was a lifeless marriage –
once she openly admitted
I only married him because
he had a promising career –
but her honesty was never
shared out to her husband
just to her sister & mother
[their unhappy triumvirate
of frothing coffee stirrers]
& decrees will be served &
stuff divided – broken kids
sidelined-ed – roll on Xmas
& less son-in-laws to feed –
Mummy has her girls again
& she’ll be loved [no doubts]