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Football mothers football widows

Peter Goulding

Wednesday, July 4th, 2012

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You’re a ten year old boy with a ten o’clock kick-off,
so the alarm gives a six-thirty ring.
The list is too long for a young boy to tick off,
too much to remember to bring.
So she forces herself, half-asleep, from her bed
to make sure you have everything and you’re well-fed,
though she’d rather, for once, have a lie-in instead.
And she does it, not for love of football,
but for you.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And when you come home, all breathless and shaking
and give your account of the game,
tall tales about bangers and penalty taking,
and it was always the ref was to blame,
she’ll sit down and listen, her fingers tight crossed,
show joy if you’ve won, sympathise if you’ve lost,
smile at your red face, your hair madly tossed
and she does it, not for love of football,
but for you.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And your football kit’s dirty and left in the bag
and your boots are both caked in thick mud,
so she’ll sort out the washing, although it’s a drag
and lovingly scrape every stud.
And so, Tuesday evening, when you train with your team,
your kit looks brand new and your football boots gleam
and she smiles as you run out to follow your dream,
and she does it, not for love of football,
but for you.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 And your Dad’s pulling off on the away-day express
and leaving his family behind;
an escape from the worry and workday duress,
an escape from the everyday grind.
And while he is joking and making half-plans
about pubs on the way with the rest of the fans,
she’s at home making beds, minding you, scrubbing pans,
and she does it, not for love of football,
but for you.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 And when the World Cup comes round, her life’s put on hold
and the telly is soon commandeered.
So she’s out in the kitchen, left out in the cold,
for family life is two-tiered.
And she’ll bring Dad a beer, bring you 7Up,
for you can’t look at football without something to sup
and it’s thirsty old work now, the football World Cup.
And she does it, not for love of football,
but for you.

© Peter Goulding 4th July 2012

Notes

For Julia

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/football-mothers-football-widows/