It was already hot, only dawn and I’m melting
The sun in the heavens is already pelting
I want to crawl into the fridge to keep cool
I am staying indoors, I am nobody’s fool.
But in that I am wrong, for I do have a duty…
My son is my boss though, in that there is beauty.
He will understand that I’m achy and hot
He is bound to be gentle with Mum, is he not?
He’s all bright and smiley, he likes the hot weather,
I’m wilting and limp, but I keep it together…
“Let’s garden today,” said my son and employer.
Is that in my contract…perhaps get a lawyer?
He feeds me with honey for energy levels
Then says something nice, he’s a sneaky young devil
He plies me with compliments, even says ‘please’…
Then I’m out with the rose bushes, spiders and bees.
Still, he came out and gardened and filled up the barrow
And sorted the feeder for starling and sparrow
He held up the trees while I tied them in place…
And went all brown and gold while I’m red in the face.
The joy of it was, we were both of us working,
Both getting the jobs done and neither was shirking,
Which, given his story, was quite an endeavour..
Which just goes to show, you can never say never.