(A Poem On Mother’s Day When the Clocks Went Forward)
I lost an hour today
And I thought of Mum,
Of the time when I was six or seven and given my own bedroom away from my three sisters.
I changed the clocks today
And I thought of Mum,
Of that bedroom, freshly decorated and smelling of paint and new wallpaper.
I listened to a CD of Ella today, a birthday gift,
And I thought of Mum,
Of the Davy Crockett bed cover and the Sitting Bull rug at the foot of the bed, both bought especially for me.
I planted a rosebush today, another birthday gift,
And I thought of Mum,
Of my first night in the bed, feeling clean after my Saturday bath and wearing brand new pyjamas.
I thought a lot of Mum today,
Of her tucking me into the bed on that first night and kissing me on the forehead, her special wee boy, her hopes for the future.
And I thought of Mum,
Of the time when I was six or seven and given my own bedroom away from my three sisters.
I changed the clocks today
And I thought of Mum,
Of that bedroom, freshly decorated and smelling of paint and new wallpaper.
I listened to a CD of Ella today, a birthday gift,
And I thought of Mum,
Of the Davy Crockett bed cover and the Sitting Bull rug at the foot of the bed, both bought especially for me.
I planted a rosebush today, another birthday gift,
And I thought of Mum,
Of my first night in the bed, feeling clean after my Saturday bath and wearing brand new pyjamas.
I thought a lot of Mum today,
Of her tucking me into the bed on that first night and kissing me on the forehead, her special wee boy, her hopes for the future.