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A Whacky mum

Whacky, chic,
cool and trendy,
dropped your phone down the toilet while texting.
You are funny and dizzy,
I won’t call you a hippy.
You do the YMCA the wrong way round.
Occasionally burn the pizza or cakes,
or let the washing get wet,
but you are my mum, I won’t call you a pain.
You are there when I need you,
though I can’t fault your singing,
but your karaoke’s so loud it kept my ears ringing.
You’re groovy and glamorous but dippy as ever.
You put the milk in the cupboard, caught your blouse on a door hook, left the cat out all night in the cold!
But I love you forever – perfect in an imperfect way,
this is getting so soppy, I am going out to play!

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.


2 thoughts on “A Whacky mum

  1. I love this poem. xx. Richard S

    Posted by Richard Sloan | February 21, 2016, 8:15 am

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