Vera and I went out for a meal on Saturday night
along with our eldest son, daughter-in-law,
Vera’s sister, her daughter and family.
When we got to the restaurant,
Vera kept saying what?
What?
I asked her if she had her, hearing aid in,
she replied it was in her handbag.
So I announced to everyone
if you want to speak to Vera,
you are going to have to talk to her handbag.
(12 November 2007)
Some times it's a blessing to not listen to your nearest and dearest...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Titter! Titter! And knowing you, this is completely true.... t x