The eight-year-old wrote a poem about me at school. It goes like this …
My mum is orange
She is spring time
Mum is in the kitchen
She is warm
Mum is a jiggly jumper
She is a little lounge
Mum is Mr Bean
It’s funny how other people see you. I would have never described myself as warm and Mr Bean-like, though I totally get the “little lounge” bit. My version of the poem would have been much drearier: “I am grey, I am wintertime …”
I was tempted to ask her why she used those words and imagery to describe me. But I’ve decided it’s better to be touched that I was compared to springtime, rather than be told she chose a season at random.
Has anyone written a poem/song/limmerick written about you? This is my first. Although a bloke wrote on a bouquet card to me once: “For a Pisces who doesn’t like water, some flowers to put it in”, which I thought was rather poetic.