Mummy sparrow leads her chick
Into the garden.
A fluffy baby bird
Shivering
Vulnerable
Beak wide open
Demanding food.
So mother duly catches a grub
To drop it into
That wide open
Clamouring mouth.
Meanwhile, indoors, mamma dog suckles
A crowd of pups
All clambering at her belly,
Grabbing nipples
And sucking like there’s no tomorrow.
And in another house
Mother cat is feeding her kittens.
Indeed all around the world
All sorts of animals
Are getting fed by Mum.
But ah, I must stop writing.
My own Mum has called me to lunch:
Glorious stew and dumplings –
Dumplings so soft
With a hint of crust on some.
Followed by her tasty sponge
And custard.
Gran has helped her too
And brought us sweets
For later.
Mums and grandmas:
You can’t beat them.
Paul Butters
© PB 23\10\2020.
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