My parents came to stay after my bro ran the marathon, and managed to politely hide the horror in their eyes as they waded into the cat hair covering my carpet. I had bought a ‘pet-friendly’ hoover when I moved in, but it only seems to clean up after certain (hairless) pets – snakes, for example.
A few days later a brand new hoover arrived, courtesy of my mum and dad, and this one has suction like you wouldn’t believe. It almost sucks the entire carpet inside it. I’m not going to tell you how many bags I filled with cat hair because you might be eating your breakfast.
So hooray for hoover buying mums and dads. Whether they’re still around or not, what can you say thank you to your parents for today? If you can’t think of anything, read the poem first. We all do the best we can. Leave your thank yous in the comments section.
Someone has actually bought Thaw and The Blue Handbag on Amazon today, the first I’ve sold for weeks. Thank you, book-buying person. I shall buy half a drink with my proceeds this weekend and enjoy every sip.
AFTER 37 YEARS MY MOTHER
APOLOGISES FOR MY CHILDHOOD
When you tilted toward me, arms out
like someone trying to walk through a fire,
when you swayed toward me, crying out you were
sorry for what you had done to me, your
eyes filling with terrible liquid like
balls of mercury from a broken thermometer
skidding on the floor, when you quietly screamed
Where else could I turn? Who else did I have?, the
chopped crockery of your hands swinging toward me, the
water cracking from your eyes like moisture from
stones under heavy pressure, I could not
see what I would do with the rest of my life.
The sky seemed to be splintering like a window
someone was bursting into or out of, your
tiny face glittered as if with
shattered crystal, with true regret, the
regret of the body. I could not see what my
days would be, with you sorry, with
you wishing you had not done it, the
sky falling around me, its shards
glistening in my eyes, your old soft
body fallen agaisnst me in horror I
took you in my arms, I said It’s all right,
don’t cry, it’s all right, the air filled with
flying glass, I hardly know what I
said or who I would be now that I had forgiven you.