superhero moms

For mothers on mother’s day

 

Warden style

 

She used to do the washing by the sink in our upstairs kitchen,

Stood there like a prison warden all knowing all seeing,

There were a lot of us little prisoners mostly fighting or bitching,

She’d let out a roar which would send the lot of us fleeing,

Yet, there was no escaping this warden of the masses,

For held every tool known to mankind,

No misdemeanour escaped her all seeing glasses,

If you were involved, she knew it, and soon you, she would find,

We believed she could see through walls,

She also heard noises before we could make them,

Just before you were to get up to something she called,

And god help you if you if to her you hadn’t ran,

Get your arse over here to this sink she’d say,

So I can look into your blackening soul,

“Shit” you knew you were caught; there was nothing you could say,

 As your mind sank deeper into that guilty hole,

“Wait until your father gets home and I tell him what you did,”

Somehow you knew it was either the boot or the strap,

And long before he got home you were hours just hid,

It was as if no matter what she had you always in her trap,

We knew all about super heroes with super powers from comic books,

If people knew we had them walking up and down our block every day,

Yet you could never tell unless you knew how to look,

Every mother with one look had a multitude of things to say,

Those balla flats had twelve families all with their own superhero,

No matter what you did or where you went in limerick city they knew,

Without leaving the house whatever you did they’d know

They even changed into a little bird and we believed they flew.