Thursday, 21 January 2021

Unprepared

 

Unprepared

 

I find it uncanny

That a lump in my fanny

Is festering...

It's been pestering

Enough to visit the doc

But it's still quite a shock!

 

It's been keeping warm,

and moist, but isn't the norm

Choosing my lady gate!

It's under debate

Going to be scanned,

And swabbed, with other plans!

 

Just hope it's a cyst

Nothing bad - I insist!

Or just a bleeding spot

That I've got!

Or a blemish

but it has been a menace!

 

 

It’s been itchy and sore

Have tried to ignore

But it hasn't gone away

Don't want malady -

(I’ve had a bad year

With a manky ear!)

 

Don’t want to administer

Treatment on something sinister;

A little soothing cream

That will work like a dream!

To make it disappear

And it all to be clear.

 

Guess I'm a bit scared

Panicked, unprepared,

Waiting for a biopsy 

Take a bit out of me

And hope my interior design

Will be normal and fine.

 

Linda Lawrence

21/01/2021

 

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Saturday, 2 January 2021

Christmas 2020

 

Christmas 2020

 

Another year has flown by, taken down the Christmas tree,

Childhood decorations made or bought when we were all carefree.

The garlands we put up early that adorned our living rooms

The twinkling-coloured fairy lights sparkled in the darkened afternoons.

 

As the last of the silver and gold glitter is swept and vacuumed up

This time last year, some news was dismissed as a storm in a teacup!

As the tinsel was packed away in boxes; a different year has passed,

A blackened sky, something in the air, it's been so overcast.

 

We carried on, sent wishes of health, stamped and posted off.

No one mixed something in the midst, worried about our colds and coughs.

We've not done this, or not done that, celebrated in our own way.

Cards sent with love with a message that says, stay safe indoors today.

 

A darkened cloud has descended but raised our drinks to a New Year!

One thing is clear, for most of 2020 many have lived in fear.

People that live on their own would have probably gone to sleep

In spite of the fireworks that lit up the sky, they wouldn’t hear a peep.

We were made aware, told to beware and to give each other space!

And in our despair, we kept away, too frightened to embrace.

Did not get together at Christmastime, we were told to stay away

And all of Christmas 2020 will be on hold until another day.


For the folk that live alone, messages of love pour down the phone.

Waving from their comfort zone, the place of sanctuary that's their home.

We have no doubt that people have moved about - had to get out!

Hard to stay indoors so much, but maybe sparked a new breakout.

 

This time last year, we heard that things were on the change

And all the plans we might have made, we had to rearrange.

This time next year we pray it will be back to a new normal

And Christmastime once again will be special and informal.

 

Another year will soon pass by, put up our Christmas trees;

Whether it will be like it was two years ago there is no guarantee.

Send Christmas cards to the ones we love, wish them good health

Raise our glasses to a New Year, the world, and commonwealth.

 

Spread gold and silver glitter - -not this thing that's been so cruel

Thankful for discoveries, millions saved, our children back at school!

The twinkling-coloured fairy lights, the fireworks light up the sky.

We pray next year will be so different from the last for the likes of you and I.

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

 

2nd January 2021

 

 

Sunday, 27 December 2020

Can't find it!

 

Can't find it!

 

Can't find where it is

among turkey slices

the herbs and spices,

biscuits for cheese

got the Christmas

disease

Of buying too much!

Some cheese

that is Dutch.

Pickle and cream -

a dieters' dream...

Cakes and ham,

fruit shakes and

red alcoholic jam!

(In here it's so crammed)

Brandy snaps

Among the scraps;

a packet of wraps.

Bubble and squeak

enough for week

upon week!

Prosecco and beer -

for Christmas cheer!

Stuffed waistlines

sprouts on the vine

blush coloured wine.

Same every year

lettuce, pickle, mince pies

that reaches the sky!

Cold meats and

too many sweets -

so much to eat!

What about breakfast

double pack bacon

and a dozen eggs

but still can’t find

The stuff

I use for my head!

The fridge is stacked

some food rich and yucky;

But aren't we lucky?

Things in packs

but at last!

I find with all the snacks

At the back of the fridge

my hair wax....



Copyright Linda Lawrence

 

27th December 2020

 



 


Saturday, 19 December 2020

Just want

 

Just want

 

Just want to see my friends

Want to give them a hug

We took it all for granted

Before this horrendous bug.

 

Just want to have a chat -

Want to share outpourings;

Want to share your news

Talk about a million things.

 

Just want to catch up

Want to share a glass of wine;

Put the world to rights

And need to know you're fine.

 

Just want to know how you feel.

We've all kept a stiff upper lip

And carried on like troopers

We sent our jokes and quips.

 

Just want your company -

Want to know how you've coped.

It's been so very long now

We've all begun to mope.

 

Just want some fun and laughter,

The simple things in life!

The things we took for granted

But can't because things are rife.


Just want to see your smile,

To listen and have a giggle!

Eat lunch or go for a walk

To discuss our silly niggles.

 

Just want to see my friends,

Want to be able to call,

To knock on your door

Not standing at the end of your wall.

 

Just want to see my friends

Spend some precious time,

The time we took for granted

For most of our lifetime.

 

Just want to share a pot of tea,

Talk over good things and troubles.

Want to know if your friends are ok

Within their own family bubbles.

 

Just want to see my friends

It's been on hold for much too long.

Not seen you all for ages

It really is prolonged.

 

Just want to see my friends

To know that you're all okay,

But this isn't going to happen

Until this virus is at bay

.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

 

18th December 2020

 

Tuesday, 15 December 2020

Open wide

 

Open wide

 

The lines of communication

Will always be ajar;

The landline, mobile,

Email address

But all we get is

Your space bar.

 

Live in the same house

Address is still the same;

To hear from you -

A stamp on a card

Or letter

But all we get is blame.

 

The same as we used to be

Just a little older

And the worry,

The panic,

The wondering

But all you’ve got is colder.

 

You’ve only got to make

Some contact

Front door is open wide

As are our arms!

But yours remain

Intact.

 

Lines of communication

Face to face on phone;

Want to see your beauty

How your cat has grown!

What you’ve done in your home.

So why do you postpone?

 

Pretend nothing’s happened,

The only way to cope.

In my eyes nothing has -

But you’re tightening the rope!

You’ve only got to get in touch

It is our only hope.

 

Some feelings 15th December 2020