EVERY SPIDER TELLS A STORY

"Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.”

 

Carl Sandburg

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAGPdyvhRRE

MOTHER I MISS YOU – JOHN TESH

I search long and hard sometimes to find the right song and I was moved to tears by this because some days I miss my Mum more than others … It's been hard growing up without her, but I hope that she will be proud of the woman I've become.

 

Mummy spider is all of a fluster

hurrying back to her baby cluster

kept spick and span with a feather duster

nothing in her nest is ever lack lustre

 

the golden rays of sun shine down and down

and make her smile and stop her frown

now she can really go to town

have a party for her babies but without a clown!

 

She's really scared of clowns you see

because she grew up near a family

in a big tent that they called a marquee

where the clowns all lived silly and happily

 

They made people smile

they would come from miles and miles

but mummy spider preferred the tiles

of a little cottage over a country stile

 

but the clowns would find her any way

when they took a holiday

with greasy faces white as clay

they would frighten all the spiders away

 

Not just mummy but others too

even the old lady who lived in a shoe

so there was only one thing left to do

live in Poppy's garden without further ado

 

Here mummy spider's babies can have lots of fun

on their silken threads they can run and run

but always return to their cluster lit by the sun

golden yellow orb; safe haven with their mum.

 

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