Mandy Baldwin Poems
- When I Am Old One day, when I am very old This hurt will be ...
- Mum's Garden When I was a child the garden burst with ...
- Naomi Naomi walked with me in the winter Along a beach that ...
- English Summer English Summer In a place of rich perfection ...
- Morning Show She dances alone in the kitchen where morning ...
- Will I Be A Mad Old Woman? Now that you are gone, and there’s...
- My Kids Thanks for all the lessons learned from you, For ...
Freelance writer. Born in London, lived for many years in Cornwall, now in France. Divorced, mother of three grown-up children.
Has worked as film-extra, aromatherapist, special-needs tutor, and artist.
Now writes short-stories for publication, and working on second novel.
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When I Am Old
One day, when I am very old
This hurt will be forgotten.
I’ll quietly, carefully, walk through the town
Button my coat against the cold
And think about my shopping.
I’ll pass the little bridges
And the church where we lit candles
And I won’t remember, I’ll have no care
That once upon a long-gone time
We held hands there.
I won’t remember how we watched
The water swirl against the old brick wall
And promised we’d come back one day;
Or that you smiled into my eyes
And told me I was beautiful.
I will have forgotten, in the busy passing ...