there ain't nothing here / needs fixing
black-eyed pea monday nights
jamaican bun / spiced
rice pudding / mild
mama love
chicken & coconut rice
but on friday nights / we wing it
fish fingers / tinned spaghetti
& oven chips style
cause isn’t tiredness
a single mother’s way
of life
love lives here
though things are tight
if these walls could talk
they’d stand tall & say
there have been dark nights
& even darker days
bt only tenderness
was ever spoken
things are tight
but love lives here
if these walls
could talk they wd stand & say
this home was never broken
look around
i steer a second hand / hand made
home baked
& obedient ship
children should be heard / not silenced
but both kids must be in bed by six
& just somebody even
think about giving me lip
broken home?
nah uh
there ain't nothing here
wants fixing
& my not-so-secret plan for world literary domination
smiles. a hard reality but i can hear a fun bit of sass in the voice..smiles.
ReplyDeletelove lives here
though things are tight
that may just be my life too...smiles.
Sounds like a wonderful home - I love this poem :)
ReplyDeleteFantastic, Maxine, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. And I'm sure the walls would provide a wonderful soundtrack.
ReplyDeleteJust catching up on your writing - this is a beautiful poem Max and speaks loudy of your parenting prowess. Lucky M&M. x
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