Sports car

Sports car

Once upon a time she used to drive a sports car

But nowadays she doesn’t get very far.

And these last few years she is not so agile,

Every day she becomes a little more fragile.

She’s very elderly, quickly feels the cold

Old age has crept up and has taken hold.

Usually so healthy who now needs assistance

Now not so wealthy with little resistance.

‘I hate being like this, relying on you,

From combing my hair to making a brew;

Watching and waiting after my bathe

But glad you’re there, as I don’t feel very brave.’

She’s lived a life so busy and full,

Now she can’t do that much at all.

She sits and sleeps for most of the day,

Her aches and pains will not go away.

In her twilight years she has become

A burden to her children, doesn’t feel like mum.

Her hair is thin so is her paper skin.

Years have passed since she lost next of kin.

It is no fun but she takes me aside

‘But I can talk and still have all my pride!

I do try to laugh and have some fun

In retirement now my work is all done.

I’ve lost some use of my limbs and my teeth

But I’m still a young, fit girl underneath!

I might be sluggish and somewhat slow

But I still have my brains and some time to go!

We might have this chat more than twice

As I’m a little forgetful and less precise

But you know I have cleaners and carers,

Have my meals cooked, life couldn’t be fairer!

So don’t feel so sorry I’ve had a good time

And really deep down, I’m still in my prime!

I still drive that sports car when I reminisce

And of my age, I try to dismiss!'

Linda Lawrence

21^st May 2014

On the outside looking in

On the outside looking in

On the outside I am laughing

On the inside I am crying

To tell you that I’m happy,

I know that would be lying.

Try to smile when things aren’t right

But the person you see isn’t me.

I’ve tried to explain about this plight

But know you wouldn’t agree.

Even little upsets will spark

Feelings of denial and doubt.

Tears behind closed doors so dark

Not knowing why or what about.

I do try and stay perky

And act at times quite quirky!

But underneath this whole facade

I don’t feel very chirpy.

Am always ready with a smile

Hang on to some sort of humour,

Turn my back on all hearsay,

Malicious gossip and rumour.

I’ll always say I’m good and well

While going through this private hell

And know there’s so much worse out there

When life seems hard to cope and bear.

This is going to sound pathetic –

Clouds have started to look black.

Must stay on the white synthetics.

Just don’t want to go back.

By taking such a small dose

Give back so much normality,

If you start to look on the inside

You’ll understand my plea.

16^th April 2014

Swelling in the dung!

Swelling in the dung

Am growing Willie chillies

Among the daffs and lilies,

With the tulips and the crocus

And simply must stay focused!

It’s pleasurable meanwhile

With a fruit of a touch penile;

But must watch my finger tips

On garden sticks with little pricks!

Growing with the other vegetables

With neatly written labels

All printed in smart italic

With the veg that is quite phallic.

I’ve grown them from seed

With the onions and the Swede

In the midst of grass and reed -

A rude looking kind of breed!

I’m having a little fun

Growing ding dongs in the sun;

They’ve only just begun

Getting swollen in the dung.

They are an organ shape

But taste nice in moose and cake

And chocolate I might add!

Before they mould and just go bad.

I wonder why they’re hot

Tho their name suggests they’re not?

As they burn my tongue and lips,

Wish I’d stuck with fish and chips!

My neighbour has misguided

Between the real thing and a hybrid!

I hope to see you in the spring

And enjoy a little fling.....

Inspired by Jenny

11^th April 2014

No idea!

No idea!

The garden’s had a soaking –

Something you thought

You’d never hear me say!

And in view of the bulbs and seeds

We needed some rain,

As they were planted with

Love just today.

I’ve sowed some Sage

Other herbs and Coriander,

It’s rather uncanny and strange

I want to tempt the Bees

And Butterflies

With a Buddleia -

Now I’m middle aged!

I’ve planted some fruit

Turned over a new leaf!

A plastic greenhouse to boot -

You must be in disbelief

That Blueberry, raspberry

And tomato and rocket

Have started to sprout shoots!

Am taking an interest

And wanting to grow

Some stuff of my own

Though I’ve been a bit slow,

But just to let you know

There’s even a Strawberry plant

On the shelves down below.

I hope the sunflowers

Grow high and reach heaven,

Then you can send a shower

If they did get so tall!

And you will be enthralled

That this useless gardener

Has no idea at all!

Linda Lawrence (For my parents)

26^th March 2014

About the missing plane

Now about that missing plane...

Not lost in the pouring rain

Nor the sea, hills and their terrain.

It’s not gone up in flames

Or fallen down a drain;

It’s all got very mundane

And it’s driving us insane!

Searched in every air lane -

From Spain to the Ukraine

It’s now taxing our brains!

(And the pilot’s not to blame)

But I think the truth is plain!

They took their instructions

From another source,

It’s an Alien abduction

That altered their course....

Copyright Linda Lawrence

18^th March 2014

It's only fair!

It’s only fair

The X and the Zed looked the same,

I wasn’t quite ready for this game!

The glass of wine the night before

Did nothing for my ratings score.

It really wasn’t that OK

To get stuck with the J and K;

The letters I would normally relish

Turned out that day to be quite hellish!

Didn’t quite know how I got to play,

The Q sat in my chosen few today

And my usual sense of strategy

Was this morning a tragedy.

Late nights and early mornings

(Should have had some kind of warning)

All I did was sit there yawning;

Huge minus score I’m now mourning.

My lady sat there poised and pleased

‘It’s good you won this game I teased’

The jobs we have to do to care

Lost to Scrabble – it’s only fair!

Linda Lawrence

18^th March 2014

Out on a limb!

Out on a limb

Am trying to be calm

Over my poorly arm -

It’s a wonder I’m not

On a funny farm!

I must be mistaken

Coz feels like I’ve taken

Viagra! My arm is so rigid!

It needs to reawaken.

My shoulders’ so stiff

I can’t even lift!

My armpits need shaving

They’re beginning to whiff!

Lack of mobility

Is really getting to me

And really need

To be pain free.

I give in to defeat

When there are dinners to eat,

It won’t be long

Before I eat with my feet.

Am in despair

Over blow drying my hair;

Getting in a state

On what bras to wear?

Can’t sleep at night

Coz it ain’t feeling right.

Ibuprofens’ my best friend

(Must take some tonight)

And how to get dressed

Is anyone’s guess

Am very slow,

Trying not to stress.

It’s been a year

And it’s still not quite clear.

It’s getting harder

To change the car gear

It’s been through sensations -

Been a physio patient.

Been pushed and pulled and

Don’t want operations!

Have been here before

Over what’s in store,

And a jab in the joint

Will hurt even more.

Am out on a limb -

I can’t even swim!

It’s feeling grim,

Patience is running thin.

This is not what I’ve chosen

And don’t want to be frozen!

Just want to be normal

After all this commotion.

Linda Lawrence

4^th  March 2014