It’s Mother’s Day this Sunday, and in honour of all the wonderful, unconventional mothers out there who fill their children’s lives with love and laughter, I’m sharing an excerpt from one of my favourite mother-themed poems.
This wonderful poem comes from a collection of children’s poetry that has had a home in my personal collection for decades. The poems in Mary Blakeslee’s It’s Still Tough to Be a Kid, first published in 1988, really capture the spirit of childhood in all its craziness, warts and all, and as a child I remember being enthralled by, and connecting with, so many of these little wonders. Sadly the collection is very hard to find – few libraries carry a copy, and it’s even difficult to find a copy on Amazon, which is a shame, because these poems are so very memorable! I’ve shared an excerpt from this collection before, and might well do again, because I really do love this collection!
Of course, my mother is absolutely nothing like the mother in this poem – true story (sorry, mum!), when my parents brought in a realtor to help them sell their apartment, he thought they’d already had someone in to stage it, because it was so neat and so stylish that it looked just like a show home. A place for everything, and everything in it’s place. I know they love me, but I’m sure my parents breathed a sigh of relief when their somewhat…less organised daughter finally flew the nest!
Wishing a very happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers and other important women in our lives, whether they’re tidy or, well, not quite so much!
MOTHER’S DAY by Mary Blakeslee
My mother is hopeless at housework
Our rug resembles a beach.
There’s cracker crumbs and someone’s gum,
And bottle caps and sewing scraps,
And peanut shells and caramels,
And a stone from a very old peach.
My mother is always too busy
To keep our house really neat.
She has to show me how to throw
A spitball right, and fly a kite,
And catch a frog, and teach the dog
To bring back sticks, and do card tricks,
And play ping-pong, and write a song,
And go riding without hands or feet.
She’s a bit of a mess at the cleaning, I guess.
But at mothering she just can’t be beat!