Mum
MUM
always there
mums the word
after all her eyes
are everywhere
in the backseat
drying all
the steamy windows
winking at you
opening the car door
chasing away
the tawdry blond
it’s all for the good
of her handsome son
she won’t let you get away
and she’ll chase you down
to plant a kiss
on her firstborn
toddler son
11/10/2017
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