A Song for Mothers Day

By Claudia

Your house is covered in pictures
Like sprinkled memories kept safe like holy scriptures
The scissors that rest next to the sink
you use to snip away at your hair marked by the finger prints
your strumming on the plastic guitar
isn't quite at good as your attempts to steal my nice Fender
I like your fish pie, its the best
damn thing I have eaten - but I hate the way you season

I don't have much money to give
but boy if I did
I would buy you a house
in the posh end of town
where we would keep bees
and pick apples off trees
you could paint things all day
and have scones on a tray
with plenty of cream
just you and me
I'll just have to give you my love instead

Your shrieks are music to my ears
I hear them everyday and will keep on listening for years
that tea its also the best in the world
we really should get used to using one of our numerous teapots
your walks carry on for miles
I've lost count of the amount of pivotal points you've visited
old books I swear you're under their spell
the mounds of pointless reads piling up like blocks of flats

I don't have much money to give
but boy if I did
I would buy you a house
in the posh end of town
where we would keep bees
and pick apples off trees
you could paint things all day
and have scones on a tray
with plenty of cream
just you and me
I'll just have to give you my love instead

Claudia Amarylis March 2008