I walk down the aisle
my eyes passing over cards
words springing out
about Mum going
the whole nine yards
And I stop to read a few
The words just seem
insipid
when I think of you,
Mum
A journey into the intrepid
Four babies later
and over 60 years married
Through wars, tonsillitis,
tears and love you tarried
Now, here I am
a mother too
And these words I say: “I love you”
Have also come
from my son’s mouth
and heart
But to say them to you
doesn’t even begin to start
to express what a fantastic Mum you’ve been
You’ve done a good job,
I’m a good human being
So I tell you you’re an amazing Mum
and people are proud
of the job you’ve done!
© Kait King, 2015
Politics
Daily grind of a good guy
I come home
the cat’s at my feet
kids are crying
but there’s nothing made to eat
It’s a hard day at work
with paper knee deep
and the heater’s broken
so I can’t get to sleep
Yet another day comes
we follow like sheep
I can’t find the faith
to make that big leap
I know I shouldn’t take it in
so very, very deep
But it seems to be sort of extra hard
when you aren’t someone who cheats
© Kait King, 2015
Pass it forward:
A 3-ringed circus, I think not!
Capitalism let you
down
Along with your mother
and that loser
town
you grew up in
Government departments and
those non-profit organizations
People in parliaments
more in common with silver spoons
than the man on the street
those every day people
The dulcet tones of
a dead-eye “leader”
Inverted comma’s used as
I feel I’ve been cheated
in a life-lie of lip-service
when all the politicians do
is run a single-ringed circus
and poorly
© Kait King, 2015
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