He cannot speak the words,
he doesn't need to.
Lunchtime, a new battle begins
of simpering, whining, coaxing, cajoling,
an untuned orchestra plays out
this new found arrogance of childhood
that spits out rules and pasta on the plate.
I feel her watching in her gilded frame,
mouth smiling but not so eyes, to offer
those unwanted words of wisdom:
'We did things differently in my day.'
And from the corner of the room, the soft
smiling voice from that nice presenter on Radio 4
assures me that life can be so easy for the modern mum.
I like this particularly the bit about her mother's eyes. I could hear my mother saying those exact words.
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ReplyDeleteSpends hours on-line
checking and making
international transfers and bookings,
for the baby, grown-up,
gone exploring the old world.
In my day,
11 hours and 12,00miles distant,
I phoned, down echoing lines,
for limited minutes,
'Hallo...how are you..how's the weather?'
If you're not careful, jane, you will catch this daily addiction too
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