The Hood

My life has been spent in one gang or another.

My first was quite innocent: sisters and brothers.

From there, I moved up a bit: toddler who dared,

With my nursery gang, all of my exploits, I shared.

Later, my friends and I played in the street,

Our gang was the best and the fleetest of feet.

In school, I discovered a super new bunch,

We hung out together at recess and lunch.

In junior high, ‘cool’ was the group to be in.

And you’d do almost anything just to begin.

My friends in high school were the brightest and best,

Better, I thought, than were all of the rest.

And then finally, in college, the group I located

Was a gang who chased stories and issues debated.

But now I’ve discovered the best gang of all,

Yes, sometimes, they’re noisy and like to start brawls.

They messy, untidy. I do most of the work.

I feel like a cook, driver, cleaner. Or jerk.

But I love every one of them, I’ll not withdraw,

I’m in this gang forever, ‘cause they call me ‘Ma’!

I know in the world, there is stuff that is good,

But I’ll hang with my gang. We’ll be here in the ‘hood’.

Every month about this time, my good friend Karen of Baking in a Tornado give us a chance to contribute a poem on a theme.

May’s? Motherhood. My favourite topic!

See what the others have done!

Karen of Baking in a Tornado

Lydia of Cluttered Genius

Dawn of Spatulas on Parade

Sarah of Not That Sarah Michelle

Kristina Hammer, The Angrivated Mom