Waiting For Mother

Two tiger cubs with swishing tails With so much still to learn, As is the case, with all young males, Awaited Mum's return... At first, quite calm, no cause to fret, No cause to sigh for now, But soon spurred on by their regret, Each wore a furrowed brow... 'She won't be long! ' they both agreed, 'No, no, not long at all...' Could soothing comfort words succeed When neither heard her call? Impatiently they tapped their feet And swished their tails again... With nothing near or far to greet, What use to count to ten? 'Oh, come on, Mum! ' they growled aloud! No longer quite serene, No longer brave, no longer proud, Just acting being mean! 'This just won't do! ' But suddenly, She stood there in plain sight! 'Oh, Mum, we missed you! What's for tea? ' How tactful... How polite! Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Waiting For Mother'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com