When I'M An Old Lady

WHEN I’M AN OLD LADY (many happy returns)

When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with my son,
To look after his mum is sure to be fun,
The joy it brings him, will thrill him to find,
He is able to share his home and be kind.

Of course I‘ll expect to live there rent free,
The same as he did when living with me.
I’ll raid the fridge, leave a mess of ice-cream,
Sneaking his chocolate, Cadbury’s white Dream.

I’ll go out with friends and party till morning,
Only come home when a new day is dawning.
After showering, I’ll leave clothes on the floor,
No one will see them, behind the closed door.

If sometimes I’m told to tidy my room,
Pick up my clothes and try using a broom,
I’ll hide everything, way under the bed,
After that effort, play loud music instead.

Whenever my friends come home with me,
I’ll suggest they all stay and have tea;
My son’s wife won’t mind, may give me a look,
I’ll prime them to tell her she’s a great cook.

His car I will use on Saturday and Sunday,
I’m sure he won’t mind, he can use it on Monday.
Not bothering to buy any petrol you see,
I’m always broke he has more money than me.

If I need extra dollars, I’ll borrow from my son,
Knowing he loves helping his kind loving mum.
I’ll forget to return it, may only be about twenty,
I doubt he would miss it, I know he has plenty.

I’ll hog the TV, by hiding the remote,
Then watch all my soapies, and silently gloat.
My son thinks he’s much smarter than me,
But I’ve been around a lot longer than he!

When I feel tired and fall asleep in my chair,
With mouth opened wide, and tussled grey hair,
I’m sure he’ll look at me with eyes almost weeping,
Thinking how peaceful it is when I’m sleeping.

…when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

Copyright © Vivien Wade  1989
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Wade Avatar
July 17, 2017 at 9:42 PM
Thank you for your comment. Hope you got as laugh. I don't think most appreciate their parents until they get married or have to fend for themselves. will check out your poems. Blessings, Vivien
Ajmal Avatar
July 17, 2017 at 2:59 AM
Superb poem, one of the best I ve ever seen, so loving, I truly wish that every son should be like this and you remain phappy all your life with your son, I myself is also a son and it s my pray that I didn t get selfish when I grow up, I want to reward my mom of all the sacrifices she has given foe me, however I want you to read my poems and tell me how they re, some of them might interest you
Kinch  Avatar
June 19, 2017 at 12:01 PM
Fabulously funny, I hope your son has read this! Brilliant Vivien
Wade Avatar
June 19, 2017 at 7:20 PM
Pleased you liked it. When I read it to my son, my daughter-in-law said she was shaking when I read the first line! Blessings, Vivien
Turner Avatar
June 19, 2017 at 9:55 AM
How funny! It would be great. See how he likes it. I love this, Vivien (Scarlett):)
Wade Avatar
June 19, 2017 at 7:30 PM
Scarlett was pleased you had a laugh. Blessings, Vivien
Allison Avatar
June 19, 2017 at 9:52 AM
ha ha ha absolutely hilarious I LOVE your style! adding this to my faves and may one day send it to MY son to act as a stark warning lol:-) hugs Jan xx
Wade Avatar
June 19, 2017 at 7:26 PM
I've had a few people give it their sons on a birthday. All in good fun. Blessings, Vivien
Sands Avatar
June 19, 2017 at 6:58 AM
This is an entertaining read Vivien - Funny :)
Wade Avatar
June 19, 2017 at 7:28 PM
Pleased you found it entertaining. Laughter is good medicine. Blessings, Vivien
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