Family: Rosy With Exercise - Delighted With The Day Poem by Margaret Alice

My twelve-year-old boy understands how to
take care of his mother, gaining at the same
time, I complained that I felt old and frumpy
when picking him up after rugby practice

Seeing all those young well-groomed mothers –
he assured me I did not, that like his Dad I seemed
to grow younger and slimmer – dearest Tiaan
thank you for that! – so he got his part of the deal

In this game of sweet make-believe, I bought him
a cool-drink, we drove home in companionable
silence; he rosy and happy with exercise and me
delighted with the day – even his Dad

Less grumpy as his hurt foot mends – he intends
to take us out to dinner, eat as much as we can
now is the time to prove I whether can live up to
the high expectations of my

Twelve-year-old admirer!