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What a woman

I knew my mother for 79 years and she never ceased to surprise me

Her energy lasted across the years and her antics quite traumatised me

She always had a project in mind from saint walks to family history

She loved dogs an occasional wine, enjoyed games and reading a mystery

She was charming and kind most of the time, though grumpy when she was crossed

She was a free spirit with a mind of her own and didn’t enjoy being bossed

She loved her garden, thrilled in how it displayed each seasons showing

She was wise, brave, a mentor too, no sign of her intellect slowing

She     never      ceased      learning,

Energy burning,

Mind kept turning

To date with the news,

Felt the Trump blues,

Learnt watercolour hues

She loved Constantine, the walks and the folk, environment was a concern

She made great friends for life, and she was a great friend in return

I could just chat on about my lovely mum, but lots of you knew her too

The light in my world is a little bit dimmer, I guess it’s the same for you

We all have to leave this earth one day and Mum led a very long life

She lived every minute, as an artist, a friend, a mum, a gran and a wife

She was loved by many, by family and friends

And as her years have come to the end

All I can say is I’ll miss you mum

What a woman, what a chum 

Its not easy

How to lose weight when you’re 78?

Its not easy!

researching the way to lose weight each day?

its so boring!

counting your cals, resenting thin pals?

its exhausting!

walking the dog, writing a blog?

its just tiring!

avoiding the chips, reducing the hips?

its annoying!

hearing fat barbs, then cutting out carbs?

its frustrating!

joining a gym, to try to get slim?

not attending!

avoid lolly munch, then KFC lunch?

its self cancelling!

just be who I am and eat toast with jam?

its so comforting

Henry

Snoring loudly the old dog lies comfy in his bed
Curled up, warm and dreaming
Fat, beagly, brown and white
Feet twitching, nose wriggling
Snuffling sinusly, the old dog sniffs the scented air
Re-living old adventures and grunting
Remembering when limbs ran free
When cataract eyes could see
When deaf ears were hearing
Before obesity was nearing
What joy is spent recalling
When what’s missing was free balling.
Dream on old dog

Memories

When I was young I was as smart as a tack

how I wish I could get my memory back

I could recite a poem and recall a name

I was cute and clever, on top of my game

but now I struggle to remember a word

my mind goes blank and I feel  absurd

I remember the sound or a strangely linked group

but the word I am seeking slips out of the loop

I gaze at a face that I know quite well,

the name escapes me, Oh bloody hell

to cover the slip I use darling or dear

till three in the morning when the name reappears

folk say it is stress and I need to beware

of working to hard, I must take care

but the advice eludes me, I tend to forget

till the very next time my memory’s upset

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