Maternal musings

I thought of you the other day,

when I retrieved an abandoned sock, a broken toy, and a stainless steel spoon,

from under the television table.

There still lies a forsaken Marie biscuit and a bikini that her Barbie wears.

 

This morning, I found you again, in my mind,

when she carelessly snubbed the home made banana bread,

which I toasted and served with a dollop of butter, for breakfast.

‘I like the mall one’, she announced in a rather lax manner.

 

When she called out to me for the fifth consecutive time today,

for  a refill of chips and for Disney to be changed to Nick Jr,

I thought of you, again.

I think of you often, these days,

because, in her I see myself,

and I marvel at how you

brought up a mule, to be a lady.

Yes, I think of you often, and in awe, Ma.