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Mother's Moody Blues
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Mother's Moody Blues |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England 
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Mother’s Moody Blues When she’s tired, she’s moody, can be dangerous as well. Gives looks enough to kill us, yes, she really gives us hell. She shouts and says she works hard, then cleans house and has to cook. Says none of us would give a damn if we lived our lives in muck. She also goes to work now, needs to subsidise our way, since I got made redundant and now get lower pay. She trundles through the kitchen and stamps her way up stairs. She shouts and moans and groans a lot, says no one really cares. We sit here saying nothing it’s safer much that way, ’cause if we dare to say a word she’d really make us pay. She’ll get up in the morning to start another day, but then because she’s rested she’ll be happy, nice and gay. She really is a lovely mum, a wife and grandma too and if we ever lost her we would not know what to do. It’s only when she’s tired that we're careful what we say and even then we love her lots, but... keep out of her way! Ivor G Davies The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last. It lives the full spectrum of time, the future, the present and past. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Ah, she sounds like a wonderful person and I enjoyed your poem about her. Alison |
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