by Elizabeth Challinor

What does it take

I asked him once

To be cool?

I sat on the sofa waiting

 How far

       Does a mum


                 From the mark?

I hardly waited at all

Just being yourself

He said dismissively

Suddenly my self-help books


Off the shelf

A poltergeist!

He said

That's nice

And sat back

And carried on stroking the cat

Don't call him that!


Jojo Joey Jay!

For you, Luis!

Elizabeth Challinor