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"Motherhood for slackers" Christmas poem

Thank you to Motherhood for Slackers who have asked me to post her latest poem on my blog! I am a huge fan and absolutely love her witty poetry. I was thrilled to receive her fabulous book in my stocking last Christmas and she has been extremely supportive of my journey. I hope you enjoy her latest nativity based poem and if you'd like to read more, please head to her website or follow her on social media.

 

The Star

 

She didn't have a speaking part

Because the words were tricky.

(Though was glad she wasn't Mary

Because Joseph's hands were sticky.)

 

She'd hoped to be an angel

Because angels point their toes.

But they'd offered her a shepherd

And she didn't like the clothes.

 

Now all the parts were given out

And she was just 'the crowd.'

As she faced the sea of mums and dads,

Her little head was bowed.

 

Until she saw, right up the back,

Her mummy’s loving glance.

That found her and stayed fixed on her

Through every song and dance.

 

Whilst one king whacked the others,

With his golden box of myrrh.

Her mummy never peeped at them;

Those eyes stayed fixed on her.

 

And even though poor Jesus fell,

When the manger somehow tipped.

And Gabriel danced a solo

That wasn’t in the script.

 

Her mummy just looked straight at her

Like no one else was there.

It made her feel so wonderful

And she no longer cared.

 

That she didn’t have a ‘proper’ part

Which everybody ‘ahhed.’

Because, looking through her mummy’s eyes,

She would always be the star.

 

Emma Robinson 2015