BritMums We Are Live
Clear your head and catch a breath.
We invite you take a single step
over the edge of your comfort zone.
Relax, we’ll let you keep your phone!
But forget about the lot at home,
they’ll cope alone and if not, be sure,
they’ll text to ask what Dad is for…
BritMums feel alive
dive into the day, get set to ride
the rip tide of tech, luxuriate
in a wave of words, the keynote speech
that must be heard. Dip your toe
with Jamie into trolls dark net
splash stories with Nigel in video
wade with Judith into SEO,
and if you find you’re out of your depth
Honest Mum and a Mummy Too
will dive right in and rescue you.
Britmums please take five
Tune in, chill out, find out about
what products you cannot live without.
Have fun, drink wine and please cheer on
the sisterhood at their BIBs success,
or pick up your own for your fabulous blog
but be careful not to drink too much
trip on the stairs, fall out of your dress
because while in the room we won’t give a damn
some of us will be periscoping
and one or two of us are on Instagram!
Britmums feel released
from preparing broccoli and peas.
Feed here, lead here, learn to succeed here.
We hope to inspire you and to please you.
We will raise the roof and raise the stakes
we will ply you with shedloads of cake.
Absorb the chat behind the scenes,
Join chance conversations in the coffee line
embrace what’s shared; whispered rumours,
overheard words. And in the toilet
take your time because we all know
this is where the ideas grow and seed
and start to be. Unless you
a blogging dad in which case
you’ll probably just have a pee…
Britmums we are five.
Five years today we came alive.
A community born of necessity
to teach each other how to speak
about our feelings, failings, beliefs.
To write them silently in the night
as the baby gently rocked to sleep
Soon we learnt to walk and run,
we got bigger and better
we trended on twitter. We had parties
and chats, and the pitter and patter
of pinterest pin became a din
that started to matter.
Siblings…we’ve had our weddings,
our divorces and spats,
had PTM ,and pregnancy,
we’ve dieted, and exercised
and still got fat.
Together we’ve survived
and come through all that.
Britmums we are tech
we express our love with orange hearts
we bleed snapseed, encode our farts
we google our names from dawn till dark.
Some of us are national treasures.
We empower women, give them pleasure
offer slice of space and empathy
as we referee the toddler and teen.
We’re no longer empty as we scream
opinions people no longer ignore.
Feeding and nurturing everyone
switching their bedrooms for the sun.
We are their pasts and memories,
their childhoods captured in our words
their images captured on our phones
filtered, photoshopped, lovingly grown.
Until the moment our job is done
and they are gone and we are alone.
And yet never alone.
We still have our phone!
BritMums we collide
to revel in shared experience;
the juggle of jokes
the tangle of hash tag
the grab-all of goody bag
the google of name badge.
We embrace the new and screw the old.
Sometimes last and sometimes lost
overworked, undersold and underpaid,
and some of us are rarely laid.
But we’re all proud of what we’ve made.
Let’s eat, let’s tweet, let’s stop work
and network, let’s have our fun
and have our say and sing happy birthday to
Susannah and Jen and celebrate
being here today.
Britmums we are five.
Britmums we are live.