I Sound Like My Mother.

I tell him to help me hang out our wet clothes, I mock his sulks and pick at the back of his head like a gibbon.

I coo.

I sound like my mother.

I shout that the dinner is ready, and watch his face as he chews, waiting,

I watch the news, and see a child has been murdered, a dog has saved someone from a house fire, put the food channel on,

I sound like my mother.

Stop faffing,


Don’t just stand there,

Can I get you anything?

You’ll be dehydrated,

Look at your nails,

Mucky thing,

Poor baby,

I sound like my mother.