Mother’s Legacy

Mother’s Legacy

Daughters one, two three

Fiddle dee no bother for an O Donnell girl

Born head to toe

Just a year apart and a month or so

Divided the trio

 

Like Irish twins plus one

In a big perambulator

Hood for new-born

Foot for toddler

And first born holding mammy’s coat-tails

 

Near the flow of the River Deele

Rhyme method came to yer aid

Musical or tone deaf ye had

To learn to play to the tune

That slowed the pace of motherhood

Of babbies born to Madge and Tom

In that wee cottage near Birdstown lane

 

Time thereafter two year divided

Four sons

And two more lovely daughters

Daring to broach the subject

Of numbers

Inquisitively I enquired why ye had so many

 

Glasses perched on the end of your nose

You scrutinized me with a look

That said trouble afoot

 

No Pill then you baldly retorted

And pray tell me daughter number five

Which of the nine

Should I not have had?

 

Not me

I was quick to respond

 

Happy Mother’s Day Mum xxx

GC Hill March 2017©