Swim With Me comical poem 631 by Angela Lansbury

 I can't remember being a baby

Although therapists tried hard

I re-read diaries, Dad's obituaries

Like a stranger's nostalic birthday cards.

I'm like making an ice cube

Like making a cup of tea

Every minute you are changing

By your look, you're changing me.

Yet some things keep repeating

Like a favourite old tune

Like the goodwill card behind my screen

Which wished me Get Well Soon

You can change with criticism

You can change with smiles and praise

You can just accept what is, it is

Moments of brief joy in all our days.

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Passion for Collections comical poem 550 by Angela Lansbury

 

Thimble collection. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Collecting is an infection

 A collection's a connection

A connection's a correction

A correction's resurrection

I used to collect postage stamps

I stored them in treasured albums

They made small me feel very tall

Scraps of paper the size of thumbs

I then collected small thimbles

Stored in a case hung on the wall

Though I've moved on they haven't gone

I make sure that they never fall

Collecting clothes, hats and ear-rings

Collecting scarves and belts and gloves

Colleccting jewels, pretty things

In all coours, that's what I love

Collecting brochures, leaflets, maps

Though many places went away

They might open again one day

Their cards come in useful one day

And now my friends have passed away

I collect obituaries

Write notes and dates on grey headstones

Collect dead in the cemeteries.

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