School holidays ( a mothers nightmare) – Promote Yourself

I’m running around here and there ‘

I’m looking for my son if he’s there

‘ he’s hiding away I can’t see ‘ I’m running around vigorously.
I’m looking for where he goes ‘ I’m coming to get him that he knows .
I’m running around getting him in ‘ the door stays locked ‘ and he stays in.
The kids are home that is true’ they argue about everything you do.
They fight and shout ‘ and scream and kick ‘ you wonder how they don’t get sick.
The kids are home that is true’ they drive me nuts what about you.
They fight and argue all day long ‘ you wonder how things went wrong.
The kids are home that is fact’ I don’t know how they going to react.
Silence is golden ‘ peace at last’ the kids are playing ‘ having a blast.

Patricia Bourne WordPress 2014.

Lovely Memories

 

Beautiful fragrances and
Aromas linger and last
Stay in the mind from times long past,
The smallest thing awakens
Them to be recalled
Passing a bakery a child once more,
Aroused by the warm smell
Drifting through the door,
Mothers baking day
varieties of cakes galore
In a queue a fragrance
A delicate sweet smell,
Triggers your nose your senses
There’s your lovely granny with
Her glass bottle of cream,
Rubbing it into her hands
Easing hard work they had seen
Still a wonderful reflection
Of past presents itself
Yet again so real,
The most precious aroma
I forever bring to mind
Is the first time bathing my baby
Such a wonderful fresh smell,
New life clean glowing
Not long from the womb
A memory to last enjoy for my baby,
Will soon grow from this sweet
Smelling bundle, then away
From me far too soon

Sandra Cameron