April 5, 2012

 

 

I never got in touch Mum

I should have done, I know

Time melted into years

And cold winds, they did blow

 

I never got to know you

I got on with my life

And now I have become

A mother and a wife

 

I never meant to hurt you

Though you hurt me so much

We’re as silly as each other

For we neither got in touch

 

I never did forget you

But it was hard to forgive!

Old wounds fester slowly

And it’s a fast life that we live

 

I never can repay you

For my life turned out Ok

The choice you made was for the best?

Let’s just look at it that way

 

 

April 4, 2012

 

When the hurt and the

Heartache have become

Embedded in the sand

Out of nowhere an angel

Will take your hand.

 

 

 

 

Foibles and fantasies

Fresh water fish

Deep sea divers

Survivors, opportunists

Crabs and mollusc

Dolphins leaping

Sharks never sleeping

A universe forgotten

And still we dare to sail on!

 

 

 

 

Fine and dandy

Loose and randy

With legs akimbo

She’ll finish up bandy

 

 

 

April 3, 2012

 

 

Far into the future,

Caught quite unaware,

One day at his face,

She will suddenly stare.

 

Perhaps at the opera,

Or even the races.

Galloping hearts,

And red blushing faces.

 

Feelings still there,

Suppressed through the years.

Scary thoughts indeed

And with them – come tears.

 

 

 

April 2, 2012

 

 

Suet pudding and Eccles cakes

Oh, what goodies Grandma makes.

 

No ready meals in the microwave,

Just wholesome food, for which we rave.

 

No boil in a bag, or defrost is needed,

We asked for apple pie- in fact, we pleaded!

 

Coming through the door the aroma is divine,

And there’s a pot of tea, but never any wine.

 

 On Sundays she cooks beef or perhaps a leg of lamb.

In the week she makes pea soup with a hock of ham.

 

She’s plastered on the butter since I was at her knee,

How heart disease escapes her is a mystery to me!

 

It doesn’t seem to harm the generation she came from

Once a year she goes to Blackpool and strolls along the Prom.

 

Time to listen, she’s never in a mood,

It’s good at Grandma’s ‘cos she cooks real food.

 

Old fashioned values and home baked bread.

Followed by cocoa, taken up to bed.

 

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