MOTHER'S MAGIC MEDICINEA Poem by Viv WadeA cure for all known ills...When I was a little kid, If I wasn’t feeling well, My mother made a potion That gave off an awful smell. I don’t know what ingredients She used to put in it, But after just one spoonful, I would soon be fighting fit!
It healed my gran’s lumbago, And my grandad’s dodgy hip, It got rid of Dad’s headache, And he only had a sip. It eased my brother’s acne, And his tendency to blush, It cured my sister’s stutter, And a nasty case of thrush.
It wasn’t just a medicine, It shifted stubborn stains, Annihilated woodworm, And it even unblocked drains! She kept it in a lead lined flask, I know that might sound drastic, But when she used a pop bottle, It melted through the plastic!
I wish my mother was still here, To make some of her potion. I’d have a go myself, But I just haven’t got a notion. I wish I had the recipe, It could bring untold wealth, Or failing that, I wish they did it
On the National Health. © 2016 Viv WadeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorViv WadeBlack Country, West Midlands, United KingdomAboutI always thought I’d like to write A bestseller or two, So I resolved to have a go, And see what I could do. I got my trusty laptop out, Placed it on the table, Plugged it in to charge it .. more..Writing
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