Mandy Baldwin Poems
|2.||His Mother's Son||10/9/2011|
|4.||Will I Be A Mad Old Woman?||10/8/2011|
|7.||A Day On The Beach||10/9/2011|
|9.||Yours In A Heartbeat||10/9/2011|
|11.||On Becoming Saggy Just When You'Ve Got Your Act Together||10/9/2011|
|14.||Eyes, And Other Parts||10/29/2011|
|16.||Peace Is Best||1/8/2012|
|19.||When I Am Old||10/9/2011|
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Will I Be A Mad Old Woman?
Now that you are gone, and there’s no-one to tell me I look pretty
No desire to please, to drive me to revamp my hair or buy new clothes
Will I be a mad old woman grown fat on tea and biscuits
(Shared with my small dog - a crumb for the budgie - and milk in
The saucer for my cat,)
Going to the shops in slippers, leggings sagging, feet blue-mottled
Given to outrageous makeup and the wearing of eccentric hats?
Now that you are gone, and there’s nothing left to talk about with someone
I told everything,
no-one to argue with about how long
I took in the shower,...
When I was a child the garden burst with marigolds.
Pungent tomatoes climbed the walls in the dusty sun
And new cut grass with daisies lying slaughtered
And ponds with drowning fan-tails and proud peonies
Spoke of a love that showed itself in growing
Days in the sun that I knew before I was knowing.
When you were older you tended the wild Valerian
And the African daisies that spilled across the lawn and path