Kit Kelen #1194 - gone and nowhere now

1194

gone and nowhere now

mum that was

will always be

at the parting of the world

I celebrate that we –

the mum-and-me

instance

our time in the garden

among words

in argument

and in attention

in anecdote

and by the way

a tune

and take to task

my canary

track winding back

aeroplane jelly

mum’s troubles all packed up now

I live at such a mystery

of how is it

not to be

now, nevermore

I celebrate you were

mum that was

will always be

that which is not you

we’ll scatter and sink

salt of the harbour

who was excited to be here

puzzle of all ahead and me

whiff of the world we return to

now to be all that she

is was could

because the last is past

mum that was

will always be

first heart of mine

from whom life learned

precocious to princess

to tough old chook

with a pointing stick

watch out

and in between

here’s miss

miss can I go out, miss?

mum learned ’em good

if I remember rightly

mum stuck like a tune in my head

and multitude!

mum of the top of the stairs

mercurochrome mum of all remedies

St Mum of  perpetual sacrifice

hatted mum of the picnic sunscreen

kettle on, in conversation

mainly mum indoors

fit as a fiddle

and call her up from anywhere

character

a card

my mum

this world must miss

and mum is of eternity

wherever

whatever

however

that is