My mother left home when I was ten
I often think back to then
She ran away for a fresh start
Leaving us kids with a broken heart
The days slowed down, but I don’t recall
Anything else that summer at all
Except oft smelling, in tearful lament
A dress, because, it held her scent
Nature’s variations are somewhat formal
In mathematical terms, this is quite normal
Populations differ in similar ways
Pleasing to a statistician’s gaze
Organic aspects of our nations
Conform to standard deviations
Few data lie at each extreme
Most in the middle around the mean
Four quartiles cover the distribution
Analysis providing the whole solution
A bell curve puts the facts in order
Arranged beneath a symmetrical border
Banana float ride along the sea shore
Zest of lemon, but not the core
Daffodils dancing among the peaks
Brightly bobbing blackbird beaks
We were doing OK with the status quo
My X made it clear, I didn’t want to go
The papers were counted; it was hard to believe
Most of the voters wanted to leave
If it’s true that strength is found in numbers
This must be one of our biggest blunders
Away from Europe, we’ll have little clout
Struggling for survival, once we are out
The UK union will be the next wreck
Four separate nations on a cosmic speck
Listen, hark, hear that quiet…
Slow your heart beat from its riot
There’s time enough to pause a while
Then look about, find cause to smile.
Autumn’s air-born rusty leaves
Sliding silently upon the eaves
As branches slip their summer clothes
Better to bear the wintry snows
Crows caw loudly to the sky
A warning for all passers by
No time to lose, the temperature’s falling
Hurry on home, the hearth is calling.
Every wireless needed a wire
Tin bath in front of a nice coal fire
Always fresh air in the outside loo
Banished the smell when you had a poo
Talking to friends meant knocking on their door
Cold lino on the living room floor
Sharing a bed with a brother or sister
All grown-ups were called Mrs or Mr
Free dinners for the poor at school
Nobody called anything ‘cool’
Being told who’s top of the class
Shilling in the meter for electric and gas
Saturday morning at the local flicks
Warming the bed with heated bricks
Signposts on roads were actually necessary
Contraception was risky; a condom or pessary
Milk and letters were delivered each morn
By people who got up well before dawn
No spitting allowed on the top of the bus
Eating greens must be done without any fuss
Everyone had to amuse themselves
Best done with a book from the library shelves
Ink pens were dipped in a dark blue pot
Each page could be ruined by a single blot
Police and kettles all had whistles
Shaving and shoe brushes with real bristles
Dust bins were collected and never put out
Mess about and you got a clout!
I have often said that I love you
I do now and I always will
Like the air I breathed out when I said it
My love surrounds and touches you still
Our souls will be bonded for ever
Not tied by the beat of a heart
The love we have shared when together
Is stronger yet when further apart.
Come marvel and wonder at dawn’s early light
As boldly it brightens to banish the night
A new day that promises fresh chances and hope
To those still alive to share in its scope
For many may not see another new day
When this one is spent and the light goes away
So embrace with some passion each moment we share
Use the day prudently, live it with care.
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