Monday 21 March 2016

Good Mother


What does it take to have a baby

To have sex with no protection

To persevere through pain to birth life

To instinctively respond to the needs of another

The gods are not to be blamed



You never take out time to call me and when I do you never pick up the phone

You only want to see me when its convenient for you 

On rare days spread miles apart

Yet you wonder why we seem to be drifting apart