Diary of a solo mother Pack things in, there’s no time for error You’re away at Granny’s for 48 hours A list of things to do builds up in my head All I really want to do is curl up in bed But with so much to do each and every day Time filled with tidying and putting things away I ponder what if I didn’t go out What if I didn’t get up What if I stayed in bed What if I slept for 48 hours What if I didn’t contact friends What if I didn’t make arrangements What if, what if, what if... But time is precious and too good to loose So pack in what I can in the order I choose And I enjoy every moment Knowing you are doing the same And soon enough we’ll be together again.
(Our trip to Glastonbury)
The roof of our van leaks The fridge doesn’t work We have one ring working on the gas cooker I start my period as we drive in the gates It rains torrential rain You know that word torrential now And you like me to say it again and again. We’re at Glastonbury which is a campsite Without the festival For one year only Because of Covid. We wake up to thunder You paint yourself with stripes And say you’re a tiger We make friends with another mum And her son We play corn hole together And I wonder why it’s called that. We find the stone dragon You sit on a stone at the stone circle We don’t get stoned. We climb up to the pink castle I get friction burn on my ankle From the pirate ship slide We stand under the pyramid stage and shout Whoo Hoo Glastonbury We get transfer tattoos We make a magic rainbow with tissue paper We go to the pub which I didn’t know existed When it’s the usual 200, 000 people enlisted In this magical place. We laugh, we shout, we dance about We ride the bike all around The site Each night When you’re in bed I feel like shouting from the van top From the tent roof tops From the pub roof We managed another day Without getting washed away You say you’ve forgotten what our house is like And you want to live in the van for more than Seven nights We are immersed in the camping extravaganza And we’re making memories which will be part of us forever. Now it’s cold and dark with winter sun I remember last summer and all that we’ve done.
How many conversations can I have while I walk down the never ending stream of parents at pick up. Moving with the ebb and flow of the tide of tired children hot on my heels, eager to get home. There is no time for Hello how are you How is work going, oh what do you do? Dive in there, forget the small talk Exchanging the headlines, turning while I walk. Three word sentences seem to work quite well Questions and answers flying, no time to dwell Birthday meal successful? Sleep any better? Roof on shed! Bit chilly - park? Sausages and mash Sea swim Friday? Nice jacket - new? The Tourist, iplayer Meet outside gate Early pizza - pub? Done test, negative Finally I’m at the front of the queue Your smiley face appears in the door Cardigan, book bag, ear muffs spilling out of your arms Together once more I love you.