Getting Ready
End of November, the temperature's dropping,
the windows show first signs of frost,
gloves tied with string to the ends of coat sleeves
to stop them from both getting lost.
Name label sewn into Anorak collar,
the owner being easier to trace,
bobble hat pulled on and scarf wound round neck
she gives one last wipe to the face.
Make sure that the hanky in pocket is fresh
and the lid of the lunch box is tight,
she warns to be careful when crossing the road
and to get back home while it's still light.
She opens the door, gives a pat on the head
as the time for departure is here,
it's about time she gave up this tiresome routine-
I turn fifty-seven next year.
November 22nd 2015
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