National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Saturday, 5 April 2025

Mum's daughter

 

Mum always said I was the strangest daughter
I'd graze my knee, I'd run and then hide
It's cos my mummy saw my scratches 
I was fleeing away from a vat of peroxide

(Seriously, she used to lie saying it wouldn't hurt, she fibbed)

Mum always said I was the weirdest daughter
with curly hair, which mum called the pits
so many knots and so many tangles
My hair was cut off, she said, because I had nits

(I had curly hair, it was very upsetting, I don't want to talk about it)

Mum always said I was the loopest daughter 
I'd wade into streams, fresh water I'd drink
Wearing a fetching knitted swimsuit
i nearly drowned, wool tended to sink

(I drowned often, we lived near a river, then dad built a swimming pool, so I could drown while contained)

I am my mummys weirdest daughter 
Not shown you photos, but trust me instead
When people look it causes laughter
Half naked, wellies and a bucket on my head

(I'll dig them out one day, they are pretty hysterical)











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