Pat Dring

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21 Years ago today, you showed me the door,
Because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
That day was the worst of my life,
I wanted to die, to escape the strife.
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YOU WERE THE BEST MOTHER.

Twenty years ago this week you died,
It was such a shock, I cried and cried.
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When you have spent most of your life,
Suffering from panic attacks, Agoraphobia, and strife,
The last thing you need to happen to you,
Is for your glasses to suddenly break in two.
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She read one of her poems on TV.

For all the world to hear and see.
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To all you smokers out there.

I’m not going to say, give up, I wouldn’t dare,
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I do wish I could meet you, properly I mean,
To actually speak to you, would be a dream.
I’ve been to see you three times during the last few years,
Although sitting watching you almost reduced me to tears,
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In 1983 you came back into my life.
Bringing me nothing, but trouble and strife.
You kept me a prisoner in my own home.
When all I longed for, was to go out alone.
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They walked together, hand in hand,
Into life’s magical fairyland.
Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain.
Where life could really, begin all over again.
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Dear Alan Titmarsh, how are you.
I do hope you and everyone else, enjoyed themselves at the do.
If you are ever in Ruddington, could you please give me a hand.
I’m trying so hard to create a garden, with a matchbox sized piece of land.
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Pat Dring Biography

I started writing poetry in early 1990 having just recovered from a 20 year tranquillizer addiction and Agoraphobia. I have read quite a lot of my own poems on local radio, I have read one on television.)

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21st Anniversary

21 Years ago today, you showed me the door,
Because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
That day was the worst of my life,
I wanted to die, to escape the strife.
All I needed was a simple letter,
To give me a chance to get better.
Now when I look back and see, you certainly did
me a favour that day.
In 1986 Thursday the first of May.
From then on people listened to what I had to say,
Doctors and Nurses went out or their way,
I got the treatment I needed at last,
Bit by bit they went over the past.
One whole year is all it took,
A lot of hard work, a little luck.
To this very day I have never been back,
20 whole years and that’s a fact.
The last few years have been the best of my life,
Truly content being a Mother and Wife.
And grandma as well,
Must not let my head swell,
A collection of poems all written by me.
I stood up at the poetry meeting, read out two for everyone to see.
One story in ‘woman’ magazine for the whole world to see.
A whole new extension to the house designed by me.
Also having to cope with the death of my mother,
Then four months later the death of my mother’s sister,
God not another.
Having my kitchen demolished completely,
did put me in a fix.
But being so well, even that couldn’t knock me for six.
So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter,
At least give THEM, the chance to get better.
For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day,
Thursday 1986 the first of May,
The day that you showed me the door,
Just because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
They say that time heals all pain,
I’m lucky I’ve learnt to live again.

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