I said: ‘Why would anyone want to live in Spain?
In summer it’s like a desert, no green,
no trees to shade you.’
Mother said: ‘I’d rather have the sun than trees.’
Mother said: ‘Look at that couple on the bench.
They’re not speaking. That can’t be much of a relationship.’
I said: ‘It’s called ‘companionable silence.’
Mother said: ‘Why don’t you get your children to
make their beds, hoover the house,
dig the garden?’
I thought, because when I’m old and alone,
they’ll want to come and see me.
Mother said: ‘Why do you always disagree
with everything I say?’
I said: ‘Because
you are my mother.’
First published in Reach