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
I tend to think that the Mitchell is saccharine and unrealistic, but this probably tells you rather more about my upbringing than you wanted to know. ;)
Actually, the two poems go really well together. Some parts of childhood are really messed up but yet you have happy memories too, no matter how effed up.
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
Adrian Mitchell
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I tend to think that the Mitchell is saccharine and unrealistic, but this probably tells you rather more about my upbringing than you wanted to know. ;)
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