My Mum’s Singing
A poem by Holly Payne-Strange

My Mum’s Singing

I love my mum’s singing.
She has more enthusiasm
Than talent,
But to be fair, she has a whole lot of
Enthusiasm.

I’m convinced she has a tiramisu soul,
Rich with chocolate dipped wisdom,
Cultivated from a complex life.
Sweet as cream, zany with
An unstoppable, caffeinated
Brilliance
Unconcerned with the finer points
Of hearing or sight
She knows she can handle it.

So we dance around the kitchen
Making cupcakes
Throwing in one too many eggs
-Or perhaps not enough, it’s not quite clear-
And I belt it out,
Like too many sprinkles spilled .
Because she’s the one who taught me
Not to care so much
About how silly joy can look
We are far too wild
For that.

About the Author:

Holly Payne-Strange (she/her) is a novelist, poet and podcast creator. Her writing has been lauded by USA Today, LA weekly and The New York Times. She has had her poetry published by various groups  including  Door Is A Jar magazine, In Parenthesis, Dipity Lit Magazine, and will soon be featured in Academy Heart and Red Door, among others. She’d like to thank her wife for all her support.

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