Mother's Moody Blues

Written by: Ivor Davies

"I shall be telling this with a sigh" 
                              Robert Frost

Mother's Moody Blues

When she’s tired, she’s moody,
Can be dangerous as well.
Gives looks enough to kill us,
Yes, she really gives us hell.

She shouts and says she works hard,
Then cleans house, and has to cook.
Says, none of us would give a damn,
If we lived in our lives in muck.

She also goes to work now,
Needs to subsidise our way.
Since I got made redundant,
And now get lower pay.

She trundles through the kitchen,
And stamps her way up stairs.
She shouts and moans and groans a lot,
Says, no one really cares.

We sit here saying nothing
It’s safer much that way.
’Cause if we dare to say a word
She’d really make us pay.

She’ll get up in the morning.
To start another day.
But then because she’s rested,
She’ll be happy, nice and gay.

She really is a lovely mum,
A wife and grandma too.
And if we ever lost her,
We would not know what to do.

Its only when she’s tired,
That we're careful what we say,
And even then we love her lots,
But... stay out of her way!

                          Ivor G Davies