The Home Front
I know a woman happily demented
She scatters petals as she sleeps,
Sings the songs of the 1940s,
Thinks she is Bo-Peep.
When she worked in a cake shop
She was put to the test
She casts her mind back and lets it rest.
Passes the test of time. In rhyme.
Dresses her hair in a yellow head scarf
Says apropos of nothing but the truth
"The hyacinth will soon be out. I love
The smell of hyacinth," I tell her, I do too
And then we do the soft shoe shuffle and I sing
"On Mother Kelly's doorstep down Paradise Row".
I love spending time with her in rain or sun or falling snow.
She is my mum and I love her so.