Mitcham mothers

By Robert Guy Kemp

Coach loads at the theatre outing:
Best clothes, best hair – from Mitcham, mainly.
With hearing aids and teeth and sticks
They struggle to their seats, abuzz.
With what? Not expectation but the recent past:
‘So I said . . . and she goes . . . and, really,
‘You wouldn’t believe it but it turns out . . .’
Right into and beyond the overture.

These were all once Sally Bowles
Shocking Mum with married men,
Smoking, drinking . . . trying stuff . . .
Joyful, eager, young, alive,
Breathless, bright and ever free
To make not just receive the day.
Now, tragically, like all the others
They’ve turned into their Mitcham mothers.