Mothercare poems on Hello Poetry

Claire Bircher Dec 2010

i
She walks past you
features limp
protective hand in the small of her back.
You won't know that she bleeds too early.

ii
She rushes past mothercare
sideways glance at the cardboard baby
talcum powder clouds, cotton socks.
You won't know that there's an empty cot
at the foot of her bed.

iii
She soaks the sheets with tears and milk
full ******* that ache when your baby cries.
You will have been told that hers never woke,
and hold yours tighter as the nurse draws the curtain.

DBE Aug 2015

My Cousin's Baby

Now my cousin had a baby, about a year ago or so.
And we saw him first on Facebook, far before they let us know.
Such a handsome little chappy; yet another lost relation,
But we went down south to visit, as we forced an invitation.

“Oh, isn't he lovely” they said as they peeked,
“Isn't he gorgeous - all round and red-cheeked.”
They looked and they smiled, “What a well-filled-out child.”
Some laughed and some roared and some shrieked.

There sat the baby like a pink piggy jelly.
There, but for eyes, sat a big pleated belly.
His arms and his legs must go two-hundred pound,
And that’s only part of the huge flabby mound.

“Oh, we can't stop him eating,” said his mother, Irene.
“And just quelling the flow makes us feel rather mean.
We know that he's growing; it can't be denied,
And he's partial to dog food, so they're fed outside.

Well, thanks for his present; he was ever so pleased.
And the girl down at Mothercare (first name Louise),
She’s like one of the family; she's really first-class
At exchanging us things that will cover his ****.”

Fishing for smiles

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 2012

Double six

Yes.
I admit I was trying to impress..
..when I said to the girl,
"whatya wearing under your dress"
The boys from the hood thought that was good
But it wasn't so cool
It showed me up for a fool
The tool of the time hanging out on the frontline with the guys going nowhere,uncaring,not sharing and the day washing away slipping like soap from my hands.
The sands trickled down and made me look at lifes timer.
I started to frown.

Then I got off my rear put myself into gear and got back into the drag..lit a *** and started humming to the Strumming banjo playing solo on the radio.

And there..outside Mothercare I saw her again.
She was stood in the rain..looking round,looking fat and I like a pantherised cat leapt to her side,offered her a ride...She replied,

"Oh it's you..what do you want and how do you do"

We talked small talk...gave the car a miss and walked long talk.
I apologised,never realised the good and the bad.
I said,
"who is the Dad"
There was a silence to the footsteps where I'd overstepped a boundary but she understood me and said so quietly, "she didn't know"
We walked real slow.

The tears and our laughter caught up with us some time after and now we are three.
I can see this is the way time always meant it to be.
Me.
Always me but now it's one..two..three.
Happily.
Ever after.

Aa Harvey Jun 2018

Food for thought

Food for thought

Our hearts are linked by an umbilical-chord;
We feed each other, food for thought.
I lay down my jacket so you can walk upon it,
To save your painted toes from getting wet.

For unbelievable beauty do I see in you my Queen;
I think your daughter sees the Devil in my beard.
I need you to fall in love at third sight.
I’ve only met you twice in this phoenix afterlife.

For as relationships die, new relationships are sought;
My aphrodisiac, you give me food for thought.
For I am lost in lust, just begging for your touch;
So soft upon this metaphor love.

Her I could love with ease, my Liege.
For in her desires I see me.
No I am not being arrogant;
I am simply saying she is Heaven sent.

After a life time of Hell, I now see my past,
Present and future tense.
She is relaxing in a bath, as I go to see if the dinner is ready yet.
The kids are asleep, or watching T.V.,
As my empathetic angel, sings so succinctly.

A song of love, inspired by me,
She tells me later as our family eats.
My love you give me food for thought.
My love for you is eternal. Please become my woman, my girl.

Your parents will always see you as their daughter, (alas)
No matter what happens, they will love you forever,
But I will always see you as a woman first and foremost
And this eternal bond between us should never be severed.

You need a Man to remind you who you are.
You shining star, you are truly inspirational.
You may feel that you are solely a Mothercare;
But I am here to show you, that you are so much more.

You are the sexiest woman on the planet,
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.
You my dear are simply J-Lo speaking Spanish;
If my tears are your nourishment, then let it rain.

(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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