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LITERARY
FOCHRIW
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Me in my Dotage

Should I take my brolly? I look up to the sky
Are  those clouds of raindrops or are they fluffy dry?
Should I take a “cardy”? its breezy by the door
I had better make quite sure I don’t wish to catch a cold.

I’ve got a good sized shopping bag but will it hold enough?
I’d better take an extra one in case I buy more stuff
I think there’s enough money in my purse inside my bag
I’d better take a little more, I don’t want to be had.

Will these shoes be comfy? They feel a little tight
I’d better wear the navy ones, these heels are not quite right

The bus is not quite due just yet so I’ll lean against the gate
When I am ready early its sure to be late
Have I got my buspass? I’d better check once more
I’ll just walk back towards the house to check I  locked the door

Now I’m settled in the bus, all decisions made,
But did I remember to switch off the microwave?
Did I take the mug out before the milk boiled o’r?
Being absent minded did I lock that door?

A Place to Sleep

Johnny took great grandma’s hand and said “Do please come in”
Great grandma couldn’t see too well her eyes were growing dim
She stumbled just a little and thought she’d kicked the cat
But her shoe had only caught in a curled rumpled mat.

Something dangling from above ruffled up her hair
‘Twas a display of aeroplanes, she thought she’d find a chair
Or a bed to sit on, but it was spread with toys and there
Upon a pillow was a well worn teddy bear

The person didn’t answer when she had said hello
She saw it was a dressing gown on the wardrobe door
And as she turned her head away something made her rock
As escaping from a little door shot the cuckoo from the clock

Bedrooms were just bedrooms she thought when she was small
There were pretty pictures not posters on the wall
Beds were made each morning, room left tidy and neat
Nothing strewn about the place, ‘twas just a room to sleep
Even so as great grandma was growing old and weak
She loved her tidy bedroom as just a place top sleep