For my Ma, Hilda
Battle axe or battle maid,
I’ve never seen you look afraid.
You taught us how to go for it,
Vaselined shoes, faces clean with spit.
So today I’d like to let you know,
You’ve set the foundations for the distance we’ll go.
So cheers, Madre, you pushy show-mom,
When I have kids, I’ll know where to come.