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Tag: middle age
A Work Mother
‘Twas my birthday recently
The big 5-0 is drawing near
I’m an “oldie” where I work
That much is very clear!
My colleagues are barely 20
(You can do the sums…)
Just the other day, they said
“You could be our Mum!”
I hope I can be useful, and
Make them feel inspired
I just wish I had their energy
Instead of feeling tired!
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Spider Veins
Spider veins, please go away Don’t come back another day! I had injections, you should be gone But, instead, you press on… Onwards you spread, purple and blue What on earth am I to do? I’m tired of long pants in the heat Perhaps I should admit defeat… Let my legs have some fresh air And worry not if people stare Wear what I want, and be bold It’s quite liberating (so I’m told).
Getting Warmer
My poor hands are always cold
Forever turning white or blue
Alas, my woes do not end there
For my feet are icy, too.
Because I am so frosty
Nobody wants to touch
They say “Stay away from me!”
“Icicle hands!” and such…
But there is a silver lining
That makes it seem less dire
For I do enjoy warming up
In front of a toasty fire.
Wrinkles – or Holidays?
Lunched with friends one Sunday
Many things we did discuss
Work, plans, family life..
Age catching up with us.
We’re all approaching fifty
(I must say, we’re mildly shocked)
We don’t want life to pass us by
We want to say life “rocked”.
We spoke of bands we want to see
Of trips that will be great
Wanting to enjoy weekends –
We agreed housework can wait!
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| A sunny Saturday at the beach 🏖 |
Life’s far too short to worry
About hair that’s turning grey
And when it comes to “fine lines”
We might get to them, one day.
Fight the visible signs of ageing?
We’d rather save our dough 💰
There are so many places to be
And things to do, you know.
One friend nicely summed it up
“Wrinkles – or holidays?”
Given any chance, I’ll pack my bag
And head off – lead the way!
A Valentine’s Day Poem
Love hearts are all around
Valentine’s Day is drawing near
Hubby and I don’t make a fuss
We’ve been together many years.
Back when our romance was young
(And, let’s face it, so were we)
We embraced Valentine’s Day
Made a bit of an effort, you see.
I remember those exciting times
When we were truly smitten 💕
Valentine’s cards were purchased
And romantic words, written.
Cute toys were exchanged
And flowers were a winner
We’d often pop a cork (or two!)
Along with a nice dinner.
Ads in the newspaper
Were carefully arranged
But, after we were married,
Well… Valentine’s Day changed.
I asked for no more flowers
Notices, or stuffed bunnies
Valentine’s Day became low-key
In order to save money.
Now we just exchange small gifts
To show that we each care
They’re often sweet and edible
…Chocolates (not underwear!)
Feeling the Cold
I should be used to winter
But it’s becoming clear
That, somehow, I feel the cold
More each passing year.
I rug up like an Eskimo
Have the heaters set to high
My kids sweat and peel off clothes
“It’s far too hot!” they cry.
Well, it’s alright for my young
I know they’re all naysayers
Laughing, they say “Really Mum?
You’re wearing how many layers?”
These kids, they do not get it
They just can’t understand
So I say (like my dear granny)
“Come here and feel my hands”.
Cold hands mean a warm heart
So my heart must be ablaze! 🔥
The chill in these extremities
Never ceases to amaze.
Sadly, fingers white and icy ❄️
Are an all too common blight
My poor husband jumps a mile
When I cuddle up at night.
And, speaking of bedtime,
Oh – how unsexy I do get!
Thick blankets, woolly socks
And PJs of flannelette.
I hanker for the winter’s end
For I do like spring a lot
I like the sunshine and the warmth
I just hope it’s not too hot…
