18th April 2014

Sonnet 131

I can't be Liza*, echoing Mum's art

While fans eulogise biopics, the cruel 

 Proof of what she had to be, give - all heart;

Starlet supercharge left her carbon  jewel.

Yet in good faith some say that me behold

I am but chip off an old block (all groan),

I know they know I'm not so brave so bold

So no star quality - best left alone.

But to be sure, this is not false I swear;

Her talent died with her but not her face,

Her reflected reprise too much to bear -

My self-image was left in a bad place.

How I look's no memorial to her deeds,

Again - I'm no Liza: still Mum's fame proceeds.


*Minnelli, daughter of Judy Garland.