Introduction

I have the coolest mum in the world. She is in her 70s and still paints, writes scripts for pantomimes and creates costumes for my sister's dance school. She manages all this, as well as keeping my dad on his guard and clucking over her middle-aged children and her beloved grandchildren. I sometimes feel I've fallen short of her expectations for me. Here's why...

Mum

The very first words I ever spoke
according to my mum
were 'brachial plexus bronchiolitis'
and then I sucked my thumb.

From thereon my mother thought
that I'd become a doctor
but I didn't fancy that
and my reluctance shocked 'er.

She's still convinced I meant to say
those multi-syllabic words
but I was only six weeks old
so find this quite absurd.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mum
but not her expectations
I'm happy in my dead end job
as Head of The United Nations

Copyright; Stephen Cree
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