mojo had a lisp
she stumbled along alone
tongue stuck to her lip

erinmore flake tin
full of wonderful smells
good enough to eat

dutchmans pipe sprinkles
married many a couple
plastic and human

meat and crepe on string
for hawks to take way up high
my sweet mothers kite

so many hair styles
on the barbie dolls blond maine
ends in a crew cut

more and more bangles
jewels of plastic and metal
riding up her arm

a bucket of sand
delivered in the night time
two girls tired eyes

it was the streamers
on that very first tricycle
that tickles her heart

love the messy bed
inviting wild colourful dreams
aligning my life

holding the goodies
of future generations
i sat cross legged

tidy little smile
an economical face
of a childs portrait

dreamboarding today
storeroom clear and neatly stacked
for the coming year

in one bright corner
mother and child have laboured
glowing for mankind

the trumpet of life
owning certain hearts tonight
at the mid night mass

gentle mellow glow
like a million fireflies
eclipsing the moon

i imagine you
the black and white bikini
in my motherscape

at this time of year
my mothers presence is close
prodding me along

on an urgent task
the raindrop speeds from above
surpassing thunder

give her all my love
no something more tangible
give her a love bite

if i were a bird
id breakfast on cicadas
coz i like the buz

walking by a pond
i dream of bbq smells
at ancient fires

door groaning to close
i step onto sunshine
and glistening pavements