E A R T H M O T H E R

Far past your leaving we’ll stay enveloped in your presence

Forever erring yearning an affection so relentless

A love supreme to boundless for a muddle of lame sentences

The Vauxhall hatchback backscratch giver hither heaven-sent to us

The walking talking nagging Lemsip Extra Strength for us

The Super Woman standing tall above the sentimentalist

You dropped a beat in me and gently pushed me out to sea

And now mummy you see I’m trying to make sense of it