A woman's journey
poems
mentally pausing
Flushing hot , flushing cold
Feeling sad , feeling old
Dreaming of a good nights sleep
Losing thoughts I want to keep
Bones are groaning and I’m gaining girth
Tears that fall for all on earth
Happy now - then foulest mood
Wine will solve it - craving food
Not to worry but I will just in case
Wrinkles that burrow into my face
I’ll take a moment it’s just the change
Lots of women know this strange
If I’ve gone through the ticker tape of fertility
Then where is the prize waiting for me?
I’ll tell you where it is as I yet again mop my brow
It’s that I’m sat here ageing
Not everyone gets to now
So I’ll wing it , waft it , rule it
I’ll get a fan and cool it
I’m Mrs wisdom sailing through
This mental pause
Hope it helps you 😀0
Men-O-Pause
I want to cry...I don’t know why
Whoosh it hit me out of the sky
Whirling hormones flying high
Catch it, squash it under my toes
Troughing now through my nose
Who’s to say I’m on my way and why does it start with
Men...it’s not for them
Have strived all my life for womanhood
Withstood the womb, given my life’s blood
Contracted, birthed, caesared, scarred
To arrive just here, emotions jarred
Waiting for bones to collapse, drying up and saggy paps
I want to cry...I don’t know why
Waiting an age
Age has tethered me here
The mould ascending the wall encircling its prey sums up
My fear, is this my last day?
Will the doorbell ever chime and break the stale air that loiters round
This chair, threadbare arms no longer sumptuous and plump or
Burdened heavy with infant gait, a wandering mind does nought but
Wait........... And wait
The fire once danced and family curled there, laughter and argument
Often flared, cacophony of sound so hollow now
Shadows embrace their empty place there’s a lady in a chair with a
Corrugated face wrinkling and dazed with the knowledge this is it
Ahh there’s the bell Duty Calls
Daughter enters front of house takes her position in the stalls
I’ll dash for the kettle and a bite to eat
“Hello love take the weight off your feet”
A present that fills a gap no time to talk no time to yap
I understand your busy life I once held the title mother and wife
A moment well its better than none so lovely to glance at you
Oh.....she’s gone.
Duty Calls
I’m just passing through, sorry, far too busy for you
There’s the traffic to take into acccount, there’s a picture waiting for the wall
There’s a trail of footprints running down my hall
The cat’s not been fed and the dog needs to go out
There’s a bill with my name on and hubby’s going to shout
The odd socks are piling up, the washing mountain to climb
The tea won’t make itself, if I only had the time
Then I might sit for a minute and notice you there
And remember that you’re lonely and only want to share
A tiny fraction of my life, amidst the chaos, stress and strife
And you’d be happy just to be for a moment close to me
O now my mobile’s ringing I really have to fly, I didn’t mean to stop this long, lovely to see you, bye!
Good Day?
Good day?”You say. Yes we just play, looking round you say
“What did you do?”
O nothing as important as you
Went to tots, washed the pots
Nothing as important as you
Fed the ducks, counted trucks, she knows the difference between one and two
Nothing as important as you
Changed her clothes, wiped her nose, painted all those but
Nothing as important as you
Shopped down aisles ten centimetres wide, double buggy hell
Tantrum at till, a really strong will, no I didn’t bribe
I just got flustered, red, could’ve cried
Felt like the item on the ten o’ clock news, sweat rolled off my forehead and bounced off my tatty shoes
But your tea’s on the table and your shirt’s hung upstairs
Now it’s time for bath and bedtime, cuddle and prayers
What did I do all day?
O nothing as important as you I’ll say.
We Go Together
We Go Together
Gingersnaps and Yorkshire tea
Syrup sponge and custard
Jacobs’s crackers Dairy lea
Hot dogs, onions, mustard
Jersey royals dripping butter
Peas to mash and mix
Disarronno over ice
Almond Bakewell fix
Roast beef and Yorkshire pud
Ham and Piccalilli
Fish and chips out by the sea
Eccles cakes with Caerphilly
Yin and Yang, toast with Jam
Jessie’s favourite muffins with ham
Quiche Lorraine my party piece
Those biscuits is it nice or niece?
All these things are other halves
They stick together like the moon and stars
Like all my favourites listed above
You’re my mustard, piccalilli.
My life, my love
Fix It
Fix It
I’m like everyone’s fixer, I’m the one they all choose
Where’s my coat, Where’s my bag, where d’you put them, Where’s my shoes?
I never get chance to sit still or listen to Radio 4
Anymore
Just running round, must look like a clown
Nothing else on her mind but being busy with me and my daily slog
I’ve not even time if I wanted to. To jog
In fairness though I get out with the dog
They must think I’m an also ran
Shut up; get on with all our scran
You’ve given him my Michael Jordan favourite socks
They set alarms to go off and keep snoozing endlessly on phones not clocks
My life revolves around what’s on their plate
What’s coming out for tea Mum?
Can you wait a minute mate?
My husbands never stopped working
He likes that kind of responsibility
I see him some times in front of me
We mostly speak on the phone
If I was a seal kit though I’d never be alone
I’m not moaning about my loved ones though I’d go to the ends of the earth
I feel like I’ve walked it there actually from the minute I gave birth
My little blessings, not so little now
I’ll keep running round til its empty nest
I’m only good for one thing
Taking care of them, just thought I’d get it off my chest
Ode to the womb
Who let it out? Flooding after primary drought
Cramping my style, pain all the while
Fainting and weary before anyone came near me
Worry of what could arrive after bodies collide
Sick twist of fate always anxious because you were late
Then longing for you not to come
Not for the first time since you had begun
A bane in a way that changed my life
Seven years waiting to be fulfilled wife
Specialist’s irony that new life would improve
But oh no, you didn’t change cycle stayed stubborn, unmoved
Then precious jewels did come from your swell
After all the infertile years of hell
You calmed for an interim time
Eventually after tablets and treatments and coils
The surgeon equipped would you foil
And now I sit empty of tomb that was killing my time
I won’t miss you, this freedom’s sublime
Dotting the I's
Hospital bed with a fetching aluminium head
Easily lead, sign on dotted line
Waiving any fine, your choice you can decline
Meat on a slab, tests off to lab
Walk down this line, arriving on time
Scrubbing, dressed up, gloves on
Cocktail in a cup
Injection and numb, ooh can’t feel my bum
Pina Colada sends me to sleep
I waken, Drip.......Drip
Pain and dry lip
Swallow, no can’t do
Tube in that’s good won’t need the loo
Press and release
Wow, bit of peace......
Flippant
This was an anguish to difficult to share
We both of us knew it, we tried not to care
Our love was enough to see us through
Forget all the pain; there’d be no likeness of you
People all wondering when they’re to hear
The news of tiny feet pattering, raise a glass and three cheers
You try to be flippant
Fob them all off
Other priorities, a life and a job
Deep down you’re heartsick, you ache and you grieve
Every month hoping, then the question why? Why not conceive?
Sharing doesn’t help with people who don’t know
The path you haven’t chosen and how far you have to go
Shine
I see you; it’s your job to look divine
How you do it, do you starve? Take tablets, are you healthy?
It’s your business and not really mine
But the picture for other women out there
Is this how you should be?
Its young girls and the pressure of all this, that often worries me
Real women have no air brush, and they hide in case you should see
The etching upon their body, the map of its toil and its battle wounds
The Spanx holding skin in and the hiking up of the volumous dunes
Show women the real and the honest
Set a guideline to simply be you
The people that matter won’t care less
They will love you for just being true
I have bits I don’t show and some wobble but I own it, they’re all part of me
Leave the perils of pressure and peer groups
Remember to feel good in your skin
Most important if no-one has told you
Your beauty... it comes from within…..
The Quiet Friend
Often she doesn’t have platitudes in abundance to share
She’s not vocally flourishing, spouting love
She’s just there
You once saw her lion heart when she leapt to your defence
If gossip about you came to her ears she wouldn’t just sit on the fence
Be sure to notice her and be thankful for the role she has chosen to play
She’ll hold your hand when you're free falling into your darkest day
Life doesn’t often churn them out for you , the ones who stand upright showing faith in you til the end
The road with them may have pot holes and curving transcend but you’re oh so lucky to have the quiet friend
Its ok to cringe
Is there anything funnier than embarassment?
Like saying something different than the words you actually meant
Being caught eating chocolate in the middle of Lent
Then there's the exit from the toilet, skirt tucked in your knickers what a view!
It comes close to the other one , toilet paper trailing off your shoe
Watching telly with your parents when the rude bits come alive
No one looking at each other, behind a cushion's the best place to hide
The open plan changing rooms there's those who've got nowt to hide
At school running naked through the showers , honestly could have died
Running round playing hockey in those great big grey knickers
Never being on trend in Clarks when everyone else is wearing Kickers
I like a laugh when someone else does a spectacular face plant though honestly not if theyre hurt
Opening my mouth to speak after fizz and no words just a very loud burp
Laughing when you're aging apparently adding a little pee
Laughing when you're not supposed to especially disrespectfully
Embarassing noises, a silent one turns out loud or worse an SBD
Wafting away a stink bomb hoping no one knew it was me
Pulling out a tampon or a poo bag trying to pay
Walking down a hospital ward no one told me the gown opened that way
I asked my daughter what makes her the most embarassed
She said " You Mum every day":)
Is there anybody there?
A group of us were off to see Mildred, she lives on Viaduct street
She gets predictions, people coming through; you never know who you’re going to meet
We get there and the lights are dim, a crystal ball aglow
She was sitting down her eyes were closed with one of them scarves on that has beads dangling down in a row
My other half said find out the scores
What horses to back at Aintree
Some want to hear from others that have passed
I want to know what’s happening to me
What can she see?
Oh wait a minute now hold hands can we start to assemble
She’s glazing over and her body’s starting to tremble
Tell us Mildred what will delight us and what is coming? What’s the worst?
I’m watching her and waiting, the suspense
I’m fit to burst
Then she goes someone’s here with the letter of G
Is it Gary? Is it Gordon? Is it George?
Everyone’s looking at each other, shaking their heads
Wondering is it a new friendship we’re about to forge?
Next she says I see a woman coming through
Well we’ve all met one of them
It’s someone’s mother come to tell you your partners got a lover
I think his name is Ken
Now we’re all wondering who that could be?
I’m not sure I wanted bad news for a small fee
Then she says there’s bad news for one or two
Bill coming through says you need a new washer
The waters about to break through
The days will get shorter and you’ll be behind closed doors
I’m not happy with that there’ll be endless chores
She’s saying there’s going to be a reckoning
Oh Heck I want to go now; it’s starting to sound threatening
Your uncle says he knows it was you
Well we’re all twitching now
Who does he mean? Me or you?
We left after that her eyes opened up and none of us felt very good
Wondering why we went and whose name was mud?
We went home wondering if our husbands were out
Were they with Ken, what’s that all about?
The price of a washer we were all planning to buy
The days behind locked doors
We all wanted to cry
Anyway it’s all worked out
It was my washer that broke
Thanks very much Bill
You’re a decent kind of bloke
Irene was the one got stuck behind closed doors
Her key broke in the lock
And Stella’s husband, well he’s the one that gave us all a shock
It turns out that George is from Belinda’s family tree
We could all claim that to be honest
I’ve got one three times removed from me
In future I’ll stick to the present
I don’t want to know what’s coming or who’s from the past
Lovely to meet you Mildred
But for visits well that was our last!