It’s Mother’s Day in the UK. I have had a lovely lazy day, being waited on hand and foot, relaxing and pampering myself.
Hahaha!
Actually, it’s not so far from the truth. I went to bed early last night and had a good night’s sleep. Got up at a relatively civilised time this morning to find a beautiful card waiting for me, opened said card, and thus started the day with a smile. No sign of kids till lunchtime, so took the opportunity to get on with lots of work-type things I’m normally too busy to catch up with. Felt a craving for cake, so did the Sainsbury’s shopping that I’ve been putting off for days. Got back at gone 1pm to find there was still no sign of male lifeforms in the house… was half-way through unpacking the shopping when Simon (#1 son) returned from a fruitless quest for maple syrup, gave me a hug and told me to go and sit down while he finished putting the shopping away. Then he cooked us lovely lunch of eggybread and bacon (he had planned to do american pancakes, but that’s no good without maple syrup), and Blake (#2 son) and I watched the utterly ridiculous Land of the Lost. We also ate cake. I’ve spent a pleasant afternoon doing more work-type stuff, and I think I shall have a similarly pleasant evening. Which might involve more cake, and possibly beer. Or wine. And I might phone my mother…
Happy Mother’s Day indeed!
This is a pome wot I wrote a while back…
Something of Nothing
Nothing is not
sugar, butter, eggs and flour
a stout mixing bowl
25 minutes at 180°
it’s not
bricks and mortar
floors and ceilings
four good-sized bedrooms
not
a block of marble
a mallet and a chisel
the body in the stone
not words
especially
not words.
You and I
unsettled ghosts
you cannot rest
a comforting hand
on my shoulder
I cannot find
passion
on your lips
yet somehow
we made our sons
of nothing
and oh
they are
something.
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