Poem for Mum

Mum

You are the best

But everyone says that

Well most do

Say

Their mum

Is better than yours

Which doesn’t work

As your mum is better than theirs

So let’s agree to disagree

 we all prefer our own mums.

So

Anyway

Mum

Me

Rob

And Mick

Think

We couldn’t ask for anything more

From a mum

We hit the jackpot

Unimprovable

Keep the others

Won’t be needinum

Cath

Coyle

Wife of Paul

She gave birth

To three in all

So we’ll need names

She reasoned wisely

Names that can’t be shortened.

Robert

Michael

James

She thought

Yes that’ll do

We’ve got that sorted.

Rob

Robbie

Bob

Bobby

Mick

Mickey

Mike

Mikey

Jimmy

Jimbo

Jim

As I say

Names

that can’t be shortened.

The years went by in a blur

Mick sat naked

Scoffing all the plums

Rob stood naked

Grassing him up.

Running on the beach

As fast as you could

With Rob and Mick

Pure joy

Pounding love

Euphoric.

Jim

Lay in bed at night

Sweating, profusely

wonder why?

Find

School uniform

worn

Underneath pyjamas

“I wanted to get to school on time”

(a rare example there, of Jim having the foresight to take steps to ensure good time-keeping. A bad experience, explains a lot)

Oootch ouch ouch

Over Cornwall pebbles

And ooo ahh ahh

In the freezing cold pool

Eating chilly willys keeping cool.

Mick

The faun

Keeps his undies on

Jumping in the water like a loon.

 Soon

We’d all grow up

Under your guidance

And dad’s

To be what we wanted

No pressure

Only encouragement

to do what we’re good at

as long as we’re happy

and stable

and able

to say that we tried

to the best of our best

A

For effort

Is all that you asked

Demanded of us.

And that’s what you’ll get

Some

Faster than others.

Rob

Teaching art

A subject he loves

And is good at.

Mick

On the radio

Something he loves

And is good at

Jim

Well

I’ve written this poem

What more do you want?

All in all

Mum

You are the best

Mum

we could ever have wanted

always there

to lend a hand

to lend a tenner

to lend a grand.

“Don’t tell yer dad.”

Not one of us can think

Of a single time

When we’ve felt like you weren’t there for us

You’re always there

The best mum in the world.

So thanks

From me

And Rob

And Mick

With dad

You’ve built us

Brick

By brick

Just one last thing you’ve always taught us

Something we’ll pass on

To our sons or our daughters

And though we may have scoffed

Round the table at the time

We’ll remember one thing

in the summer when it’s bright

and the scorchio heat drags us all to the ground

is that

curry makes you sweat

and the sweat cools you down.

Thanks mum, you’re the best.