Gold ring procured from Navy exchange
Merry-go-round petals etched in black
Two lives in rearrange
Gifted a wedding plaque
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I was expecting; he had tonsillitis
I carried child; he had an ‘ectomy
A throaty bangup to wedded bliss
Eureka earthquake; baby makes three.
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Life was swell; ding-dong dandy pell-mell
Engaging in everyday realities
Smile-burps, cow-eyes, infantile dinner bell
Bottomless dirty diapers, scrubbing onesies
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Who would stay awake and watch the kid?
I did it everytime…. “tag you’re it!”
No one can count sheep like a squid
Apparently, I’m in charge of this outfit
10/4/2021
My early days upon this earth
was filled with questions and disquiet
not knowing where would I end up
perplexed mixed up my mind felt on a diet
These days lasted a whole six weeks
in that time all uncertain full of doubt
feeling unloved, unwanted and all forsaken
thinking what is this world all about?
After birth is given up by my earth Mother
I was taken to church children's home
all in the hope that I would be adopted
but nothing was sure did even have a comb?
Thinking back now can't remember much
of the time there but I must have been
anxious, nervous, fearful since then I stammer
maybe these days caused made tongue unclean
But thankfully I was adopted at six weeks
taken by a couple with no kids in Ayrshire
now looking back over all these years
thanks to God providentially saved from the mire
In the beginnings of this old world
I was there living among the woods
surviving in the wilds anyway I could
eating loads of fruit among other foods
But there was one big problem
Dinosaurs roamed about back then
eating up whatever they could find
anything would do even us men
So I had to wear camouflage
to deceive these creatures so
even feed them with some food
one step ahead you had to know
Had some narrow scary escapes
travelled so fast and very quick
they were agile and brutal beasts
even forced to throw the odd brick
Thankfully lived in underground bunker
with keeping watch through spy hole
this was way back in the early days
where survival was real life goal!
THREE PIGS - THE EARLY DAYS
At first it was just a piglet and mum
And the pig-house had plenty of room
But when mum had another litter
They needed more than a pig baby-sitter
The rooms were just too full
And mum was glad when they went to school
But after school it was home again
And the overcrowding caused some pain.
So mum said you must go build houses three.
…and the rest is history .
When I stumbled on the soup,
I knew there are so much to scoop,
but I didn't know how to find my way,
I did trial and error day by day.
Now I am learning from my error,
though it gives me little horror.
Another thing that gives me anchor,
is that this club has no terror.
Ah yes, I am learning from so many,
that have written many poetry.
I hope that day by day I will be better,
and master this art, that is my prayer.
Early Days
The highchair beside the kitchen door
my domain, vantage point of my world
on the linoleum checker board floor
I played until my knees were sore
The center of the world to me
I learned to know as my mother
cooked and cleaned while I was free
to grow into what I might be
A world consisting of black and white
as appropriate as the days television
images remembered vivid and bright
raised by my mother in love and light
Stephen
PLASTIC BAG : THE EARLY DAYS
They said we all had a shining future, with bright lights,
Advertising panels, and supermarket voice-over mentions
Of high-quality “cellophane presentation wrappers”
Of fruit - suitable even as a gift wraps
We enjoyed peer support from other plastic bags
We were all in it together like boot camp
We had an important (fruit )role of “protecting and preserving”
Just like the door motto on police black-and-whites
And they told us there was the possibility of recycling -
A change of career in our later years,
Maybe as a drinks canister or a garden hose-pipe.
I was even thinking. . . pension plan
But disillusion set in early, with my first experience
Of rotten apples inside my “gift wrap” skin, and smelly fungus growing.
Man I could see it all in a flash - it was a set-up, a con-job,
We were just unimportant plastic bags, which people throw away.
Wind draft caught my loosened bag-tie one afternoon
And I was up and away, through the door without a by-your-leave
Mmmmm. . . fresh air and chilling with the seagulls
And the rest is history