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The Loss Of My Mother
To Jean from Julian

Not only a woman of beauty, loved and loving, but a spirit of immeasurable depth
A mother to me
Being 8 Is Really Great
Being 8 is really great.
Perhaps I can stay up late?
Will all my presents come in a crate?
And can the postman get through the gate?
For My Grandchildren - And Others!
Do not take anything for granted,
Earn all that you get and deserve.
Seeds will grow only when planted,
Your labour you must not reserve.
My Childhood
If I could take my childhood by the hand
And wander through the years,
what fun!
And yet, what fears if I recount the tales
I Am Not A Poet
I am not a poet,
and I know it.
I Remember You
Do you remember when we stood in a wood,
The bluebells clustered sweet about our feet,
The branches of the trees above and our love?
I Have Lost Your Name!
He waits for no man does Father Time.
So in haste I wrote this little rhyme.
There are some thing that I know quite well,
Enough I hope to save from Hell.
What Fun To Be Young
When I was quite young
I thought that it would be fun
To be a little older.
Now that I am old,

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