Poems

    Light in the darkness Anchor through the storms Patient, Tolerant Vigilant and Strong   Elegant, Lady-like But not always so...... Tom-Boyish - too, Catch With a chortle to match     Ben and Pincher Anglo-Welsh, Narrow-Boats Weirs and locks too Meatballs, secret seven books  And cuddles with you   National Trust Gardens Your garden too Poetry, Sunshine, Dark times also But, Ben and Pincher Always carried us through   Winters on the sofa Watching lots of films The Nutcracker, Railway Children Kramer vs Kramer Sad, but very true   Dancing to Swan Lake Listening to classical music too You taught me so much I give credit to you   I grew up Adopted your sons Adored them too Especially Jamie and Jeff As I grew up  I saw more of them  And of you less           I would see you at swimming And in the street we would meet I would sometimes pop up for a nice cup of tea   I wish it had been more often The ...

  I’m sitting here writing And thinking of you I love to love you It’s the most favourite thing I do     I love this feeling That they call love God sent me an earth angel Straight from heaven above     He sent me an angel As gorgeous as you, so sweet He sent me you To sweep me off my feet   You got here to earth And walked right up to me You said, angel I love you Could you love me?   At first I was scared Wondering what to do I had fallen before in the past And was afraid to open my heart to you   So I knelt down and prayed And asked God what to do He said go ahead and love him I sent him to you   I sent him to love you And hold you when you cry He’s  going to make you happy Till the day that you die   I then made a decision And thanked the lord above For sending me this angel And sending me someone to love     So I walked up to you And put aside all my fears I told you I can love you And together we will wipe away our t...

  What you doing for Christmas Mum ?  My eldest daughter said I did a gentle hum As I tossed some thoughts in my head I hadn’t done Christmas Dinner for years Could I do it ?  Combat all my fears  The fire in my heart had been lit Shall I do one ?  I’d totted up the number 8 Not done one for 8 years, should be fun Or was I tempting fate ?  Ok, my daughter agreed I’d also tell my son They’d be glad from cooking they were freed At last, I’d be doing one !  I did the shopping list I went and fetched My daughter is pregnant, so no getting pissed  Christmas Roast Ingredients in my mind were  etched, Pigs in Blankets,  The odd Brussel Sprout Non-alcoholic drinks,  Booze was out  Quickly the day was approaching  I was panicky to say the least 8 years not roasting  Had magnified into a Beast The day dawned I slowly cooked the roast  8 long years, I yawned,  I couldn’t yet boast Near the end of cooking time I decided...