Pat Dring Poems

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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