Saturday is Poetry Day...and Parents

Posted on the 21 July 2012 by Fab40foibles @fab40foibles

My mom and aunt have been to stay this week and so in honor of the occasion I offer you this poem by Philip Larkin.  It says it all really.

This Be the Verse

They fuck you up, your mom and dad.  

   They may not mean to, but they do.  

They fill you with the faults they had

   And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn

   By fools in old-style hats and coats,  

Who half the time were soppy-stern

   And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.

   It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

   And don’t have any kids yourself.

It's not the final word on the subject and others, including the fabulous Adrian Mitchell have had a couple of things to say on the subject;

They tuck you up, your Mum and Dad


They read you Peter Rabbit, too. 

 They give you all the treats they had 

 And add some extra, just for you. 


They were tucked up when they were small, 

(Pink perfume, blue tobacco-smoke),

By those whose kiss healed any fall,

Whose laughter doubled any joke. 


Man hands on happiness to man,

 It deepens like a coastal shelf. 

So love your parents all you can 

And have some cheerful kids yourself. 

So, as you can see, whether your family cup is half full or half empty, there's always a poem for every situation.