Don't Mind Me, I'll Be Fine
Washing The Head Under The Tap
As If Getting Rid Of All The Suds From The Roots
And Wrapped In A Towel
Of Kitchen Paper And Setting It Out On The Board
Ripping Un-Wanted Leaves Like Band-aids
Without Explored Sores Shouting Back
Over Her Shoulder To Make Sure He Had All Packed
Not A Question For She'd Check His Papers Regardless
Only Colder After Chopping And Sending It Over Salty Water
In The Few Minutes It Took To Boil
She Had Refolded Underwear, Bundled Socks
And Slipped An Extra Note Into One Of His Running Shoes
For He Was Wearing His Good Coat
As It Sat Draining In The Sink He Watched The Clock
And She Then Added Something To The Mash That Made It Her's
Then The Heat Hard Hands Re-chopped And Mixed Together
As She Says All I Want Is A Text Every Few Days
With An Old Wooden Spoon Still Folded In The Pot
I Will
Then A Chill Hearing Him Grunt Lifting The Bag To His Shoulder
She Knew It Was Time
With Little More Said She Took A Plastic Tub From The Cupboard
Above Her Head
And Undid A Healthy Portion. He Waited As She Slowly Fastened The Lid
Turning With Hands Full Taking Him Close With One Final Pull
Again Warning Him About Wetbacks And Female Yanks
Until She Handed It To Him
It Is Just The Way You Like It
Thanks
The Flight Won't Wait For You
Leaving Her Empty Hands With Nails Chewed
While The Tub Warmed His As He Flew
He Hated Airplane Food
Another Irish Mother To Include In The American Blood Feud
CK
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