Maureen Pickford Poems

Innocent lad
falls to the floor.
All he did was
open the door.
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There hangs a rainbow
on the wardrobe door.
Lit up with sunlight,
reflecting a glow
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Wake up and stretch
Don't think ahead
Open your eyes
Get out of bed
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In life, I have strived too much in the past.
Health comes before wealth so why all the pride?
Chasing the latter can well-being scythe.
So let's treasure possessions, make them last
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I've reached the top
At fifty-five
Quite breathless
But still alive
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Minstrel administers love through the touch
Of his paws. Pure, easy, furline comfort
Flowing freely into my soul. He's taught
Me to relax. Don't worry; just be! Such
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Why do people persist
In perpetuating the myth
That I can move around
When I can only stand my ground?
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When you left me
The old slippers you wore,
Were still by the back door.
When I nip to the bin,
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Gimlet eyed and swivel headed
Sitting preening tawny feathers.
Tree's trinket perched amid still night
'Til wisecrack hooting causes fright
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Hi neighbour
I'm all alone.
I'm sat on a train,
without my smartphone.
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