Mother Dear Mother Poem by Mark Heathcote

Her hand gestured be told, be good
But the boy's tears spill over
Leaving their prisons wet immured
Like dewfall on purple clover
Upon a gentle wind did sing
His heartfelt teardrop splattering's
Mother dear mother don't be scything
I'll stop my mewling meanderings
When I've finished all my drooling
When I've finished all my boohooing
When I've finished all my cartooning
When I've finished all lives schooling
Mother dear mother don't be curt
For in my heart I am exploring
And you are like a tarpaulin
Keeping me warm and safe from all hurt
But all children will graze a knee
And run away longing to be free.
Her hand gestured, scolded be gone!
Be gone, be gone, and be gone for good.
But the boy in all likelihood
Just grumbled into manhood, thereon-
Mother dear mother what've I done wrong?
Mother dear mother sings another song.