“ I know little of physics...much about mothering...”* - Victoria, HP (this series dedicated to Victoria)
Letters from MomLetter 1 of 4: News from home
Dear my Dearest *****
this letter I wrote real slow letter by letter in our whole dear English alphabet to form each word Slow, slow, slow like our dripping tap I wrote slow cos I know you never could read fast
Remember Mrs Campbell at school? She always said you were a slow reader
We’ve moved since you left cos your clever Dad who reads the papers daily (he is a fast reader - I’m mighty proud of him - he finishes the papers in 3 minutes) said he read most accidents happen within thirty miles distance of the home and so we’ve moved Now dear, we are safe and accidents can’t happen since we’re 40 miles away We're desperately safe
I know you’d want our new address, dear but really I can’t cos the family we bought this house from what they did was to take the number away cos they said they don’t want to change address Fair enough, we said So Dad went back to our old house to get our number but those new idiots at our old place they called your Dad crazy and silly – those rude people! Those upstarts! These foreigners! They are ignorant of our ways! I wonder if they know your Dad is erudite after all, he reads the Daily everyday
Write to me, or call us, Darl ***** *Your loving Mom
This series is dedicated to Victoria, yes Our Lady of Good Cheer, here at HP… The idea for a poem of humour on mothers came about from a recent comment by Victoria on my poem: “no charge”: “ I know little of physics...much about mothering...” Poems (series) based on an existing online joke...