1-10
Playing round apple trees, walking to school,
Satchels and ink wells and scarves made of wool.
Reading and writing and times tables too,
Painting and cutting and pasting with glue.
11-20
Levis and Bowie and T.Rex and Midis,
Laughing with friends and avoiding P.E.
Discovering boys; ‘Did he look at me?’
21-30
Brighton and bedsits, gas meters and beer,
Travel, adventure; a heart free of fear.
A husband-a Greek one! A baby boy
And following shortly, a girl, what a joy!
31-40
Two more curly heads to lay in our beds,
Chaos and laughter; the house was a mess.
Cooking and teaching and writing and then,
Washing up, tidying and writing again!
41-50
Cash in the bank-well, that’s something new,
A house and a garden and my own car too.
Dashing around; the airport’s my home,
Santiago and Moscow and Belgrade and Rome.
51-60
Unbearable grief; but through the sad haze
I know that my parents are with me always.
And they live on forever; their wisdom takes wing
In our beautiful grandchildren, who make our hearts sing!
2 comments:
What a lovely poem, Jeanne. Thanks for sharing the story of your life with all of us. Interesting seeing the similarities and the differences but it is inspiring me to try one of my own. Will keep you posted!
Thank you, Marjorie. It's quite easy once you decide it's going to be a ditty and not a big emotional upheaving :)
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