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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 

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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

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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

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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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Meeting!

death by PowerPoint, difficult to see

information overload shouted at me

people chatting softly checking mobile phones

yawning, shuffling papers, audible moans

lights flicking on and off lighting up the scene

paper after paper handed 0ut in reams

people asking questions, impossible to hear

covert conversations catching on my ears

looking out the window watching clouds go past

gazing at the clock, wishing time would pass

facilitator jokes, sycophantic laughter

writing shopping list to go shopping after

air conditioning booming, running cold then hot

jumper on, jumper off, think I’ve lost the plot

playing games on ipad, zoning in and out

will this meeting ever end? of this I have some doubt

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Sharon

Drinking tea with Sharon

Gossiping and chatting, sharing stories, gazing amazed at the clever antics of children

Women’s talk, women’s time, women together but no longer

Friendship and laughter, snappy irritations, quiet conversation, life’s joys

Intimate closeness revealing each other’s strengths and weakness

No holds barred, a feisty relationship with laughter and tears

Love, fondness, understanding, misunderstanding but no longer

Now memories only of strength and independence live on in my mind

Haunting me, making me smile, making me cry and filling my heart with heaviness

Nurturing, kind, loving woman, hardworking, fast moving, caring and kind

Tough woman, inspiring woman, busy woman but no longer

Tears are wasted when life’s to be lived and your legacy lives on

 

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