This has absolutely nothing to do with Parkinson’s, but I thought I’d share a poem I wrote some years ago inspired by a trip to the local swimming pool.
Have you seen your Mother naked?
Have you seen your mother naked, her body then unclad?
Or your Auntie, or your Grandma.. now that would be as bad!
I’ve not seen my mother naked, resplendent in her glory
But here now is the reason, the purpose of this story.
I embarked upon a programme, the object to get fit
The venue for my efforts, the swimming pool was it
Now I’m not made of money, no private pool for me
So off to Public Swimming baths, I went and paid my fee
Now I don’t think I’m all that shy, don’t think myself a prude
But if I wore no clothes at home, it would be thought quite rude
I’d never let my children see, the bod from whence they came
With not a stitch to hide it, their cheeks would burn with shame
So great then was my shock, it came as a surprise
The naked flesh that I saw then, parade before my eyes
From nubile teens and little tots, to grannies by the score
They proudly strode about the room, they couldn’t show much more
They’d sit and talk of recipes or how blue now was the sky
I couldn’t do the same as them, and look them in the eye
For here now were before me, strange bits and bobs paraded
Both young and old, just all set free.. unfettered and unaided
Perhaps I should have joined ‘em all, this naked chatting throng
Removed my clothes and joined their group and simply gone along
But not for me this nonchalance of naked flesh exposed
I scurry to a cubicle and keep the curtains closed
For I’ve not seen my mother naked, but other’s I do see
And I’m somebody’s mother and don’t want ‘em to see me!