Sometimes she looks so young
like that girl in the photograph
in the bottom of the drawer
that she can't see.
Then there's those days when
she looks like a pre-war Victorian
eighty-odd in ninteen thirty-nine.
She trusts us to do everything for her
and she tells us exactly what to do
she writes the menus we cook the meals.
She's the genius like it or not
and she always knows best.
When she shouts we run
if we walk it could be too late...