A Poem a Day (520): Mum’s the word

Mum’s the word

Her hands bathe you,
keep you warm in the cold.
Time flows over the hourglass,
shades of lemon grass.
 
She answers when you ask,
knits you bears with woollen
noses, kits you out for school.
The gloves you wear she made,
the lunchbox neatly played,
clothes ironed, hair plaited.
 
She waves as you go in,
waits by the gate at 4pm.
Her hands hold you,
keep you safe in the cold.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 20, 2022