Fifty

Blow me! I’ve reached half a century
And the devil still ain’t sent for me
I wonder if this is how it’s meant to be
Just me and a skip full of memories?..

The Rag of Spring

New shirt with old jeans
Smell of Al’s coffee beans
Soft pyjamas on my skin
Sweet sound of a mandolin

Sunset over Wanstead Flats
Garden walls with grumpy cats
Bluebells bursting from the ground
In love again with this old town…

What Ya Gonna Be?

This poem was inspired by my 17 year old daughter complaining
about people asking her this stupid question..
(It is a song now – hence the chorus)

WHAT YA GONNA DO GIRL WHAT YA GONNA BE?
WILL YOU GET A JOB OR GO TO UNIVERSITY?
WHAT YA GONNA BE GIRL WHAT YA GONNA DO?
YOU’D BETTER MAKE YER MIND UP SO WE CAN PLAN FOR YOU

WHEN IT COMES TO JOHN

I avoid uncertainty – I like things to add up
Life needs careful planning, I don’t believe in luck
I keep things in order so that everything will fit
I stay away from drama, and things I can’t predict…

Fiddle dee dee

I wrote this today for my year 3 violin class (7 and 8 year olds) – sometimes I love my job.. ❤

When life is a struggle
And my head’s in a muddle
I pick up my fiddle
And give it a cuddle…