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Sinead Looby Poem
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Menopause Moment
It comes on uninvited
And it doesn't make you excited
Heart flutters ensue
To an almighty hue
Of crimson red
Lighting up your face and head
Next comes the tsunami of sweat
Accompanied by an almighty dread
Will anyone see the tell tale signs
Will they think l’ve been on the wine?
Doctors’ scratch their chins and ponder
While you garble questions and just wonder
Will your brain capsize?
Will you stay alive?
Beneath the bluster and blunder
Which is now your life
Thank God your no ones wife!
So, there is no womb prayer
Just you, pulling out your hair
No soft voice
In the middle of the night
Telling you it will be alright?
Copyright Sinead Looby.
Copyright © Sinead Looby | Year Posted 2019
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Sinead Looby Poem
MENOPAUSE MOMENT
It comes on uninvited and it does not make you excited
Heart flutters ensue
To an almighty hue
Of crimson red
Lighting up your face and head
Next comes the tsunami of sweat
Accompanied by an almighty dread
Will anyone see the tell-tale signs
Will they think I have been on the wine?
Doctors scratch their chins and ponder
While you garble questions and just wonder Will your brain capsize? Will you stay alive? Beneath the bluster and blunder
Which is now your life
Thank God your no one’s wife!
So, there is no womb prayer
Just you, pulling out your hair No soft voice
In the middle of the night
Telling you it will be alright?
Copyright © Sinead Looby | Year Posted 2021
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Sinead Looby Poem
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Menopause Moment
It comes on uninvited
And it doesn't make you excited
Heart flutters ensue
To an almighty hue
Of crimson red
Lighting up your face and head
Next comes the tsunami of sweat
Accompanied by an almighty dread
Will anyone see the tell tale signs
Will they think l’ve been on the wine?
Doctors’ scratch their chins and ponder
While you garble questions and just wonder
Will your brain capsize?
Will you stay alive?
Beneath the bluster and blunder
Which is now your life
Thank God your no ones wife!
So, there is no womb prayer
Just you, pulling out your hair
No soft voice
In the middle of the night
Telling you it will be alright?
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Copyright © Sinead Looby | Year Posted 2019
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Sinead Looby Poem
AMERICAN ICONS
One is known for her hemlines
Just so right
The other for hemlines
Accompanied by no tights
Young ladies with poise
Will always make the right noise
But girls from orphanages
Will marry young, dreaming
Of what their life might become
Life’s rich tapestry was woven
Into a pink chanel suit
Camelot’s princess was american grace
While some like it hot
Di Maggio did not
Another heartache for sugar cane
Vanity Fair with it’s gossip and flair
Adored both ladies to death
Socialite gatherings had reached a peak
Stories abounding of a blonde
In the President’s sheets
Jackie ever stoic
Turned the other cheek
As time goes by
Loyalty and lies are of no surprise
For each leading lady a private sigh
Mr. Miller privately laughed at the new bride
By his side
Whilst Jackie cradled her husbands bloody head
She then knew camelot was officially dead
Just like the blonde in her la home
Who died as she was always alone
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Sinead Looby Poem
“Mother” A Poem
It was my hair day
Time to get chopped
And feel a change of sorts
Taking my seat
To rest my feet
A lady beside me
In her space wear helmet
Was almost done
Eileen was returned to her chair
By two girls who exchanged a stare
“If you know who needs the loo
It’s not a pretty sight
So don’t get a fright”
It was a blessing that Eileen’s hearing was regressing
As scissors danced with Lightning speed
Hair rained down
Upon my knees
Just then the bell rang
Someone’s face at the glass
Enter son to collect mother at last
Mother was nearly done
Coffered and lacquered in front of her son
“Button up Mother it’s cold outside
Where’s your handbag love?
Is it by your side”?
Alone in my chair I didn’t mean to stare
But the love that flowed
Was a sight to behold
In a world that is now
Gone quite cold
Copyright © Sinead Looby | Year Posted 2019
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