Cow

Country Girl

I lived in the country as a child, Running amok and almost wild! Down the icy hill we would sleigh In the Winter on a metal tray. But Summertime was the best- Free from school we had a rest. "Don't swim in the river" Mum would say " You can catch Polio in that way." Happily we bathed and paid no heed With toes squidging in mud and weed. On the bank, watching cows lazed And further afield the sheep grazed. I loved those days and getting wet. I loved the smell of the river and yet, It's the cows I most miss- One once gave me a tender kiss. As I fell asleep alone on the hill, In sadness I dozed completely still Comforted by the grass and clover, That's when the friendly cow came over. Her lick on my face was a surprise- I instantly opened up my eyes! She really gave me such a fright As her largeness loomed at first sight. But big friendly eyes I saw And wasn't afraid anymore. I swear I felt love on her part And a connection with her heart to heart. Her tongue was sandpapery and rough And slimy too but pleasant enough. "Perhaps she thought you were a flower or a calf" Said Mum when I told her with a laugh. But I don't think either were true. I think that cows have feelings too. I believe that cow instinctively knew As mothers always seem to do, That I was a young soul needing love When she kissed my face from above,

Train to Edinburgh

On my 4 and a half hours on the train, I thought that I would go insane. The drunken people in the seats in front Were so noisy I started to grunt! Their raucous voices did grate on my ears- Their volume must have been due to the beers. Or perhaps they were hard of hearing. Either way they were hardly endearing. I tried to ignore them but they were too loud- To book in the Quiet Coach next time I vowed!

May. Fred and Iris

May, Fred and Iris She was little baby when I first met May. That day she stole my heart, I truly have to say. She was always beautiful but now she’s also smart, And is very good at dancing and talented at Art. She likes stickers, glitter and Hello Kitty And wearing pink cos she likes to look pretty Like a Fairy Princess that has just been crowned. She puts stuff on Dadda’s head (which is funny cos its round!) May has a little brother who is such a joy- He is a rather handsome curly haired boy. His name is Shinjo but I will call him Fred Which is far easier to rhyme for me instead! He’s an affectionate soul who is extremely huggy. He sometimes falls asleep when riding in his buggy. He has a sense of humour and likes to have fun And he’s very good at signing-he is a clever one! Now they have a baby sister and Iris she is called. When she first came out of Mamma she looked kinda bald. They cried “She looks like Dadda” when first she did appear But now she looks like May and Fred and is a little dear. With such brilliant siblings I feel sure that it means- She will be super-talented cos its clearly in her genes!

Rubbish Day

The ripped bags and over-turned boxes Were, I assumed, caused by the foxes. The rubbish strewn all over the street Was them foraging for something to eat. But one day I saw her, oblivious to me- The old lady stooped in the debris. Carefully through it she did sort For clothes to wear, that others had bought. What Chelsea people throw out the door Is good enough to clothe the Poor.

Going Down

I’ve been acting like a clown But today is different-I’m going down. My mood was high but now its low yeh Sometimes I feel like I’m bi-polar! One day I’m tense and so emotional, The next I’m Zen and go-with-the–flow- n-all! Sometimes I wonder what life’s all about. I want to wail and scream and shout Then I want to hide and cry and drown That’s when I know I’m going down! When I’m in the darkest of the night, Can’t seem to come in to the light, But then I know that it won’t last. It might take time or it might be fast. Then its not empty –I have a half full cup. That’s when I know I’m going up!

Baby Girl

Pregnancy is wondrously logistical, To me it seems biologically mystical- A tiny embryo grows in your tummy And 9 months later you are a Mummy! A baby girl is born that day, Complete and perfect in every way. 10 tiny fingers, 10 tiny toes, A cherub face with button nose. A miniature miracle to the eye, With perfect lungs that start to cry! There will be many more smiles and many more tears. And laughter and memories throughout the years. So very quickly she will grow, And become a young adult before you know!

Ode to Stanley

I thank the Power above for sending me Stan to love. Sometimes I find him rude when just after he’s poo-ed, He stands on me in a mood meowing loudly for food, Pokes me in my eyes with paws and combs my hair with claws. After feeding he’ll nap or come and sit on my lap. I’ll stroke his silky fur, hear his pneumatic purr And cuddle him to my chest,round my neck his paws rest. He’ll give me a fishy kiss and we’ll both be in bliss. When he’s asleep once more I listen to him snore And reach a meditative state, content with furry mate. We connect heart to heart- I wish we’ll never part. I feel unconditionally that- I love my Stanley Cat!