Mothers Day Poem: Millenimum Poem by Colin Phillimore

You brought me into a world of noise
And me so quiet
and yet so loud.
Constant interruptions.
The 5.30 power hiss of a pressure cooker interrupting ‘Magic Roundabout’,
The News and later Neighbours, or waking from a post work nap.
Making me lift my feet up in the middle of a ‘good bit’ – Of book. TV. drawing or thought,
As the Hoover roared
Or carpet cleaner rattled
Both a rhythmical torture.
The snip of scissors in my eyes,
Dreading to see the end result of your hair styling.
And you always stood in front of me
Just as the winning goal was scored.
The absolute finality of the sewing machine treadle
Making any cerebral activity impossible
and sending crackles across the screen when the volume was turned high.
The unhesitant strains of many an old song on Sunday lunchtimes,
When I just wanted to eat and get back out to play.
Uncontrollable laughter on the line to Derby
Hysteria in quick pursuit and totally embarrassing to my egotistical teenage ears,
Especially when experienced in the flesh on holiday.
“Stand, still, don’t move, If you want these jeans taken down, you’ve got to stand still! ”
So many interruptions - of love
From your giving and caring.
A Mother’s love,
Given so freely
So that I could get on, with the art of Living
Without too many other,
Interruptions.
Colin Phillimore
January 2000/ July 2006