Ode to Aunties

An ode to all my aunties
Today this Mother’s Day,
You were all so special
In oh so many ways,
You loved me and nagged me,
Brought me up to see the light,
‘Cos I was always wrong
And you were always right!
To Thelma Joan Mary,
Dulce Margaret, Violet Mo,
To Glennis Maud, Gwyneira Brenda,
Marjorie Muriel and Ethel Glo,
I loved you all in different ways
You all helped me to grow,
You chased me with a slipper
And taught me how to sew,
You clipped me round the ear
When I stepped out of line,
You loved me through thick and thin
So I knew that you were mine,
You showed me how to belly-laugh,
Helped me find a job or two,
You showed me how to knit
Keeping stitches straight and true,
You told me family stories,
You typed for me before PC
You laughed, you cried, you hugged,
You danced and scolded me
And I’ll never forget the advice
Received on my wedding day,
No need to shave my legs
The ball is still in play!
I thank you all for rearing me,
And I loved my mother Pam,
But on Mother’s Day, of all the days,
I my extended Mams.

(c) wordz2Go 14th March 2021

New Year’s Eve 2020

The sorrows of this year
Are due some tears,
We’ve loved and lost,
Suffered unbearable pain
Watching a virus
Seemingly unconstrained.
So much untimely death
Brought into our homes:
The victims, the heros,
Politicians blamed,
Conspiracies abound
Facebook experts declaim.
A year to forget –
2020 – be gone!
We need to feed our hope,
To be consoled,
To plan for a future
Regain temporal control;
To be normal again
Without the ‘new’,
For simple things,
A hug and a kiss,
Human touch –
The things we miss.

Here’s to next year,
It has to be better,
So throw off the old
Take hold of the new,
Look forward again
And May God be with you.

(c) wordz2Go 31 Dec 2020

Poppy Biers

When the flashy red
Of the poppy head
Has dropped and
Seed pods form,
When the last march
Has long passed
And poppies
No longer worn,
We’ll still recall
The bugle call
That drew boys
Over the top,
We’ll still recall
Them, one and all
Praying for war
To stop.

The graveyard womb
Makes poppies bloom
To die as men
Once died,
But the poppy seeds
Atoning deeds
Brings colour and life
And pride –
When the bugle call
That ended it all,
Repeats throughout
The years,
We’ll stop and stand,
Poppies on hand
To remember
Those poppies were biers.

(c) wordz2Go 18 Oct 2020

In grateful thanks to my two grandfathers who both fought – and survived.

Duracell Bunny

It’s my Duracell bunny’s
Birthday today
And physically
He’s doing OK –
He’s still got his hair
Though it’s thinning on top,
His teeth’s his own,
His energy’s high
And the cataract was just the one eye,
The battery’s running
As good as new
And while he’d never
Admit to needing a rest
It is a test
To stay awake before bed,
But then again
He’s up with the lark
And still embarks
On a project a day
Because, well, that’s his way!
He’s not doing so bad
This man of mine
And today he’s SIXTY
Which I can’t quite believe
But I’m pleased
To say after 34 years
Of married life
He couldn’t have found
A better wife!

Let’s raise a glass
Because life’s been good –

Happy Birthday dear bunny,
Hope you find my ode funny!

(c) wordz2Go 12th April 2020

Kit

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I’m so excited because
I finally have a little dog of my own
After waiting 30 years while working for a living!
We chose you Kit,
You are simply gorgeous and when you come
Out of your shell you’ll love us too.

You entered our home and heart today,
Slipped out of your travel crate
Cautiously and slowly,
Turning your head away,
Looking cute in your brand spanking new pink collar.
One tiny step at a time you came out,
Walked towards me and I was lost
In your enormous soulful eyes.
Your refusal to eat or drink worries me
But Dr. Google tells me it’s normal
And not to worry yet.
Five hours later and you’ve jumped
Onto the sofa and into my lap,
I’m in heaven!
Still not drinking
But you’ve walked inquisitively round the garden,
Scared yourself silly at the life-size plastic pigs,
Walked warily up to the large resin tortoise in amongst the herbs
And ran away from the roosting pigeons!

And so to bed. Your crate in my room.
Hope you can settle to sleep.
Welcome home little Kit.
We love you already.

Copyright wordz2Go Jun 2107