MUM IS LATE

I watch the clock –
It’s ten to eight.
I start to worry –
My mum is late!

Is she just buying
A new modern dress?
Or may have forgotten
The current address?
Is she just watching
A theatrical play?
Or maybe have lost
In the darkness her way?
Or maybe her boss made her
Work longer hours
And she can’t approach
Sooner the house?
Or maybe she ate
A lot of sweet cake
And now is having
A stomachache?
What if grey wolves
Dragged her into the woods?
What if in Morocco
She’s getting fresh fruits?
My mum is the best,
She is number one.
What if she has found
Some better son?

I start having a panic
And big sobbing, too:
Who will ask me from now,
“How are you?
Did you have any
Delicious lunch?
Do you feel good?
I love you so much!”
Who will give me
Сlean clothes,
Care and food?
Who will take me for walk
To the park or the wood?
Who will treat me with honey,
Hot milk and some pills,
When I have a sore throat
And don’t want to be ill?

And then I get happy –
I can hear her steps!
I start jumping and laughing
And clapping my hands.
“I did all the shopping
and missed my last buses,
I went in the rain,
couldn’t wait till it passes”.
My mummy is tired
And cold and wet:
I am in a hurry
To do all my best:
I bring her dry clothes
A knitted warm vest,
I take her big bags
To give her some rest.
I heat a big kettle
For tea, and soup, too,
I whisper to Mummy,
“How are you?
Did you have any
Delicious lunch?
Do you feel good?
I love you so much!”