Silver lining...

It's been a month, finally on the mend
Must of driven people 'round the bend!
My neighbour thought I'd broke a rib
With all the coughing that I did!
And so thankful that my two men,
Rallied 'round my bouts of phlegm;
There were at times I felt quite ill
But thanks to that little steroid pill,
The inhaler and the anti b's,
Am feeling a little more like me!
Didn't really want to eat,
Just wanted to disappear under sheet.
The temperature was low grade 
But still felt very much afraid
When doctor used a nebulizer-
But what a brilliant stabiliser!
A lovely daughter came over too
Rubbed my back with variation of the flu.
Hoovered like there was no tomorrow,
My head in hand, fulls of sorrow.
Washed the dishes ‘til they shone
Laid in bed and rattled on.
Thought knocking on heavens' door
Stayed a lot of time indoors.
Bought job lot of fisherman's friends
Wondered when it was going to end!

But!

There's always some kind of silver lining
With all the moans and all the whining;
My sexy voice through well used throat
(Didn't want to sit here and gloat)
Is husky, heavy breathing deep,
Income to be made, even while asleep!
So anyone you know with secret phone.
Could be me at other end making groans!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

3rd December 2016

True story....

True story...

My day started off when my pussy cat

Left a pile behind on my welcome mat!

I didn’t discover until my slippers stood flat

Now trod right in and spread all the shat!

Stood in my Pyjamas and to my dismay,

Woke up to this pile that was on display!

Not a good start to a busy day and

Don’t quite know what she was trying to say!

Isn’t it fortunate to tread in some muck?

But felt today I just wasn’t in luck!

It wasn’t the first time that lightning had struck;

There are times in life that it will just suck.

I honestly didn’t know where to begin

But parted with slippers in the landfill bin!

At six in the morning, took it all on the chin

And hosed down the mat to clean the damn thing!

The kitchen stunk of all things vile;

And son said farting wasn’t really my style.

And All I wanted to do was to run a mile,

Get on with my day and be versatile!

Though glad of the slippers on my plates of meat

Imagine the squelching between the toes on my feet!

Using colourful language I would not repeat,

Hold my hand up and scream at defeet!

Linda Lawrence

26^th October 2016

Paramount

Paramount

Your grumpy face;

Nicked ‘your’ place.

Your parking space!

Not yours in any case!

Instead you glare

While I try to care;

He is quite ill

And needs his pill.

You think I’m lying!

He may well be dying!

You’ve gone too far

Over parking your car.

I look around,

(He’s on the ground.)

Your cones tell me no!

My heart says just go!

A stranger shouts

He’s cynical and doubts.

(My car’s paramount –

Human life doesn’t count)

Your material thing

Has worn me thin,

How can you compare

To a life I declare?

I have no praise

For your parking bays.

Had enough today

It’s cruel nowadays.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

17^th October 2016

New Venture!

New Venture!

You made me redundant and feeling quite annoyed

Taking me away from the work I do enjoy.

Then a thought run through me – a feeling of pure joy –

Why not stay just the same and work as self employed?

In a moment it occurred to me, I shouldn’t be so cross,

Instead of being angry – I could be my boss!

Now I’m free, it’s up to me but very much alone

No rota to follow, long hours to swallow, completely on my own!

I don’t intend to work weekends after seven years,

Instead there will be paperwork coming from my ears!

No dark evenings or time I was leaving, just early cosy nights,

A warm log fire, family time, the job loss now feels right.

At fifty seven, it’s good to finish mornings at just gone eleven!

No starting work so early, feels like I have gone to heaven!

I’ll please myself; gauge my times, feels good to pick and choose.

The choice is right, the clients’ nice, there’s nothing I can lose!

And that reference a lady kindly wrote helped me on my way

As prospective clients have read all of which you had to say.

All the training, very draining; from now on I’ll be refraining!

Whatever experience comes my way, I’ll look forward to gaining.

My filing cabinet sorted out, now under lock and key;

Would rather be out and about keeping someone company!

All this filing, typing, time consuming, letters to addressee;

The keeping up to date with admin which isn’t really me!

Now this is new territory, invoices, paperwork all necessary,

With details, report to HMRC: get friendlier with Excel on P.C...

I’d rather spend that time with people, help out or just a natter

And for now, working for agencies just doesn’t seem to matter!

A pleasure to help, be there for you and do my best to care,

And when life’s unfair, do the many jobs that you cannot bear.

Depending on how you feel, it’s no big deal to cook you a meal

Or keep you company, over a coffee when there’s time to steal.

And it’s your grateful smile, your thanks that goes a mile –

The reason why I visit you makes it all worthwhile!

As some other companies rush with no time to spare from A to B

It’s good to spend quality time with you, I’m sure you will agree!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

26^th September 2016

Fly

Fly

Fucking fly

With compound eyes

Laid its eggs

In my meat pie!

Bloody fly

Just dropped by

It’s shit feet over

My small fry.

Evil fly;

As much as I try

Can’t seem to swat

Or electrify .

Eats any mess;

Such unpleasantness.

Old meat flesh

Mouldy watercress.

You damn fly

Hope you’re satisfied

Now in my landfill

And I’m mortified!

Black vile fly

Gone forth, multiplied

Thousands of maggots

So horrified!

Blue bottle fly

Buzzes low and high

Lives off filth,

Loves pigsties.

Ugly fly

Been sick I cry!

You found my salad

And just want to die.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

19^th July 2016

Croatia

Croatia

It seduced, enticed,

This Adriatic paradise.

With sunsets to die for

And the wars to cry for.

Scenic drives, boats rides,

Rock dives in gentle tides;

Sparkling sunlit seas;

Noisy Crickets in trees!

Huge mountain backdrops;

Driven to the top!

And the canyons yesterday

Took our breath away.

Waterfalls cascade

While swimmers bathed

In cold water they wade

But we went in, got brave!

White water raft

(We’ve had to graft).

Beautiful black butterfly;

Quick for a photo I cried!

Weather was roasting,

Toes were toasting!

On the beach after eight

Or just until very late!

House martens migrate

To a set summer date,

Make this island their home

Under eaves of stone.

Pretty jewels around

A stunning diamond crown.

Quaint coloured villages

With old and new towns.

With miles and miles

Of a thousand isles

So pretty and picturesque!

Pleased to have been a guest.

Croatia bound

I think we found

A pearl in the sea.

So much scenery

And such tranquility.

Simplicity for you and me.

Copyright Linda Lawrence 10/7/16

Paws for thought...

Paws for thought.....

I want to come back as a cat.

I want to be hairy and fat!

I want to eat meat,

Feel grass under my feet

I want to come back as a cat!

I want to be a feline

Where every garden is mine!

I just want to graze,

Stretch out and laze!

I want to be a feline.

Want to come back as a kitty.

Be cute and look rather pretty!

But I do much prefer

To chase all the birds!

Want to come back as a kitty.

I want to moult all my fur;

Sit on your legs and just purr.

I won’t just stay put

But will pussyfoot,

I’m sure you’ll like to concur.

I’ll enjoy all my catnaps;

Around your finger I’ll wrap!

Have my own little dish

And that is my wish!

Be your very own mousetrap!

I want to come back as a cat

And curl right up on your lap!

Sleep out in the sun

And just have some fun,

I’d love to come back as a cat!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

For my dad

19^th June 2016

On her own

On her own

Elderly lady who lives all alone

In a four bed roomed house on her own.

Humbled to own all her possessions,

Gone through life and learnt so many lessons.

She’s as bright as a button, has stories to tell,

A chat with her, you’re under her spell!

She loves the visits, some company

With a cup of tea for her and for me.

She’s been independent and has her pride;

We don’t know what she’s feeling inside.

Jobs are done for her that she used to do,

We’re are empathetic and try to construe.

She smiles so sweetly, asks ‘what is today

What clothes am I going to wear by the way’?

She refuses some help we try to offer;

She’s got her own mind and nothing can stop her!

She talks about life, to herself she chuckles,

Loves her garden, the smell of honeysuckle.

Smiles to herself with her good memories,

Wondering how her life used to be.

As she’s got older, it’s harder to dress;

It’s getting more frequent to convalesce,

But always there with a ready smile

Knowing things now take a little while.

And when the visits are put in place,

Learn a little more about her birthplace.

The jobs where she used to work

While we do some of her housework.

Look forward to meeting her once more

Each time we go and knock on her door!

Wake her up with a cup of tea;

A wealth of knowledge for you and for me!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

18^th June 2016

Catwalk!

Catwalk

I saw a red car

Stop for a cat

On the kerb;

But not only that,

Turned off the ignition -

What a kind exhibition!

So not to disturb.

And while it just sat

That ginger cat

The driver waited

So patiently

As he casually

(And gracefully)

Crossed the road.

He took his time

At a steady pace.

But I did wonder why

He wanted to cross

To the other side

In the first place!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

20^th May 2016