My Mother's Milk

by Ken McGibney

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Image: Joseph Clarke, Society of Drowned Persons

It's the white stuff in your fridges

You add to leaf and bean

When you get up in the morning

It's an everyday routine

Associated with goodness

As white as driven snow

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?

Cappuccino shots and lattes

The hidden sorrows lurk

As you quickly grab a takeaway

On your journeys off to work

If your hearts and minds are open

The seeds of change I'll sow

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?

Mid morning and you're hungry

But the sweet treats aren't too far

Hundreds you can choose from

Your favourite chocolate bar

But it was not given gladly

She did not happily bestow

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?

It's lunchtime now al fresco

In the park beneath the trees

A tasty ploughman's sandwich

Made with butter and with cheese

Is it really so addictive

You never could forgo?

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?

Afternoon and the cream cakes

With smiles are shared around

Naughty but oh so nice of course

You cannot turn them down

But if you knew the pain and suffering

Would the tears start to flow?

My Mother's milk

My Mother's milk

I wonder do you know?

Home now and you've had your meal

The dessert that everyone savours

Ice cream is such a lovely treat