Apr 22, 20202 min readMy Mother's Milkby Ken McGibney Image: Joseph Clarke, Society of Drowned PersonsIt's the white stuff in your fridgesYou add to leaf and beanWhen you get up in the morningIt's an everyday routineAssociated with goodnessAs white as driven snowMy Mother's milk My Mother's milkI wonder do you know?Cappuccino shots and lattesThe hidden sorrows lurkAs you quickly grab a takeawayOn your journeys off to workIf your hearts and minds are openThe seeds of change I'll sowMy Mother's milk My Mother's milkI wonder do you know?Mid morning and you're hungryBut the sweet treats aren't too farHundreds you can choose fromYour favourite chocolate barBut it was not given gladlyShe did not happily bestowMy Mother's milk My Mother's milkI wonder do you know?It's lunchtime now al frescoIn the park beneath the treesA tasty ploughman's sandwichMade with butter and with cheeseIs it really so addictiveYou never could forgo?My Mother's milk My Mother's milkI wonder do you know?Afternoon and the cream cakesWith smiles are shared aroundNaughty but oh so nice of courseYou cannot turn them downBut if you knew the pain and sufferingWould the tears start to flow?My Mother's milk My Mother's milkI wonder do you know?Home now and you've had your mealThe dessert that everyone savoursIce cream is such a lovely treat
by Ken McGibney Image: Joseph Clarke, Society of Drowned PersonsIt's the white stuff in your fridgesYou add to leaf and beanWhen you get up in the morningIt's an everyday routineAssociated with goodnessAs white as driven snowMy Mother's milk My Mother's milkI wonder do you know?Cappuccino shots and lattesThe hidden sorrows lurkAs you quickly grab a takeawayOn your journeys off to workIf your hearts and minds are openThe seeds of change I'll sowMy Mother's milk My Mother's milkI wonder do you know?Mid morning and you're hungryBut the sweet treats aren't too farHundreds you can choose fromYour favourite chocolate barBut it was not given gladlyShe did not happily bestowMy Mother's milk My Mother's milkI wonder do you know?It's lunchtime now al frescoIn the park beneath the treesA tasty ploughman's sandwichMade with butter and with cheeseIs it really so addictiveYou never could forgo?My Mother's milk My Mother's milkI wonder do you know?Afternoon and the cream cakesWith smiles are shared aroundNaughty but oh so nice of courseYou cannot turn them downBut if you knew the pain and sufferingWould the tears start to flow?My Mother's milk My Mother's milkI wonder do you know?Home now and you've had your mealThe dessert that everyone savoursIce cream is such a lovely treat