Phyllis McKenna

I thought you would age me

I would grow old instantly

Nevermore be known by my given name alone                                        

Always a title before me

 

Torn between joy and melting time

On the threshold of a new experience

I am going to adopt that ancient name

Of support hose, bifocals and love.

 

In that first instant we eyed each other

I was destined for defeat

You captured myself, my heart, all of me

I sank into your well-being of happiness

 

Call me Granny, call me Nanny

Call me any time of day

You didn’t age me, Keeley

You took my breath away.

 

 

 

LOVE YOU! xxxxx

(31st March is the 10th birthday of my beautiful granddaughter Keeley. She is growing up so fast and I love her dearly.)

 

“Now that’s a little tricky,” said Keeley

As the fairies soared into the sky

I can spin and jump and more

But when I try

To start to fly

I fall back down on the floor

Do you think it’s because I’m four?

 

I can dress myself in the morning

Even choose what to wear

I can turn on our TV

And open our big front door

But when I try

To start to fly

I land back down on the floor

Do you think it’s because I’m four?

 

I can bounce on my trampoline

And ride my bike anywhere

I can swim like a little fish

Play house with my favourite bear

But when I try

To start to fly

I bump back down on the floor

Do you think it’s because I’m four?

 

Soon I’ll grow and grow and grow

It will be time for me to soar

Up into the sky

Ever so high

No more bumps upon the floor

Time to open up my wings

Time to do exciting things

I won’t be four anymore!!

 

 

 

 

LOVE YOU BEAUTIFUL GIRL! xxxxx   ooooo

 

Light chocolate, dark chocolate, creamy smooth and white

Mouth watering, melting with each and every bite

Eggs of all descriptions, large ,medium, tiny

Wrapped around with ribbons, colourful and shiny.

Box upon box of each type of sweet

Presents for the parents , they too deserve a treat

Candy carrots and marshmallow bunnies

Squeaky chickens and chocolate monies

Hot cross buns and simnel cake

Easter biscuits the mums will make

Little girls dressed in a colourful way

To celebrate this sunny Easter day

Little boys handsome in collar and tie

“It hurts me, Mum” they moan and sigh

Babies wearing Easter bonnets

Churches singing feast day sonnets

Wicker baskets decorated

For the day that’s celebrated

Satin ribbons styled in bows

From each basket colour flows

To match the dresses that they wear

And the streams of ribbons in their hair

The children wait in joyful fear

For the Easter Bunny to appear

He scatters chocolate eggs around

Knowing that they will be found

By little hands intent on play

On this beautiful, sunny Easter day.