O great mother land
of Yorkshire puddings
toad-in-the-hole
and walnut whips
Such a history
of reigning royals
of pub and grub
of medieval torture
you are somewhat
humble and
a little too easy
to make fun of
with your grey days
and sleet-stricken winters
colourful and corny
seaside piers
streets have shops
with no canopies
or awnings so
people have to run!
Proud are you
regal and strong
always remaining
quintessentially British
O great mother land
of cockney slang
and Abbey Road
double-decker buses
Madame Tussauds
the majestic Tower
Soho and Camden
the magnificent West End
you have given me
a second heritage and
I feel connected
to your earth
but more than that
you gave me
my London mother
who I cherish dearly
whose genes and face
whose skin and heart
whose love and humanity
are set in me
more than anything,
mother land
when I visit you I feel
comfortable and safe
like I belong, too
like you know me better
and I think it's because
I am stepping into my mother's heart.
1 comment:
My own poem. Makes me feel very special Thank you Claire.
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