Tuesday, 8 June 2010

A better parent

My darling Doodlebugs

I think perhaps that Philip Larkin had a more miserable upbringing than Adrian Mitchell;

They tuck you up, your mum and dad
They read you Peter Rabbit, too.
They give you all the treats they had
And add some extra, just for you.

They were tucked up when they were small,
(Pink perfume, blue tobacco-smoke),
By those whose kiss healed any fall,
Whose laughter doubled any joke.

Man hands on happiness to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
So love your parents all you can
And have some cheerful kids yourself.

I'd like to be a good parent, but I'll settle for being good enough.