School Kids Epitah...And 2 Beautiful Silver Cross Prams Xx Poem by karen sinclair

The doorbell shrilled between the wild ramblings of
'Have you brushed you teeth? ' And ' where the hells your PE kit? ' And ' no I can't create a world book fancy dress
day kit, in like.. 15 minutes! '
But I did

Mulan she was
Pencils crossed in upturned hair
Paled face with minuscule lips
Eye liquid expertly placed
Long skirt
And a sheet daubed and knot around it
Japanese
Dirty knees
' that' ll have to do! '
I did declare
And it did

And the doorbell re announced the entourage of
SCHOOL KIDS
I'd fumble with door handle
Knowing who to call by the height of shadows leering through mottled glass
Door sucker opened in washing up hands
At last!

I'd peer suspiciously
Eyes darting
Gob shouting
'Sam, it's for you! '
As they smiled on endearing
'Hello, Mrs's so and so'
Kicking door step
With dust ridden shoes
And the ties
Those ties hung like bonsai fish
Way too small and fat
Fashion at that time
Mish mash
And Sam would brush past too...

Drag the baby through clean nappy
Bandana sage green
And the shorts which doused his golden bow legs
Were the longest the school had seen
(Too cute)

Spit in a finger
Removes marmite linger
As he was thrust into a most elegant pram
Silver cross
Delight
A rarity of black & white serenity
Adorned his face
'Gorgeous! 'I just stood and sighed
The whites of his deep chocolate eyes
Seered triumphant
As chubby fingers fiddled with the edges of cloth
As his dummy danced
I
Eye soaked
Buttoning my army style
Army green coat

Door bell repeat...
And we're off
Whacky races
I chatter to Shell
Of last nights hell
As our daughters
Joyous skip off
Hopscotch
Elbows cuddle crossed
Road side stop...
Checked out babbies
Tucked in escape knees

As again we head on off

The school gates we'd gaggle
Amongst at the rabble
As mothers bitched and hitched up wonky skirts and trousers
More spit on cheek
Smile at the trembling meek
Each to their own
Eyeballs observing
Mouths dictating
Same old drone
' mind that road'
' if you can't be nice.....' And all school cliches designed to prove
We were top of our game
Loving
Smothering
Mothers
Child's with the rarest of name

(School bell shrills)
All stand still
Little people bodies twisting
For secret smiles
Blowing smooshy kisses
To Mum
As they were all led in silence
To the sausage factory
My heart would sink then think
Cup of tea!
So Shell and I after waving good bye
Would saunter home checking our babies
Picking up
Dirty dummies
Shove in our mouths to make them re clean

And as the sun fought through delightful old oaks
As it still does now
A tear as I'm choked
What happened to all those
Cheeky polite
Sweet
SCHOOL KIDS
I miss them so
Reflective
Nike hats
Pon scooters
They did.....

Grown up xxxx