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Serina of Cavendish
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Serina of Cavendish
sprints to the marketplace
air in her jogger shoes lifts her along,Serina of Cavendish ever so giggleish,
hums to the music of yesterday's song.
Bouncing from medium
back to the stars again,
will not stay low or go down in the dumps.
No guy to hold her hand
thinks she can understand,
(Evolving is solving
and summing life’s bumps.)
Gazing at groceries,
lost in the specialties,
pushes her trolley as neat as a pin,
hair tied up in a knot,
dotty as polka dot,
Serina of Cavendish
never gives in.
Six dollar's all she's got,
thinks that will buy a lot,
all of it silver in five and ten cents,
Serina of Cavendish
feeling quite evilish,
passes the fistful for checkout's lament.
No body sees her blush,
roses already flush,
brushed with precision to brighten her face.
Bargains from yesterday,
quick sales to take away, No food expires when she scanning such place.
Loaded with groceries, lugging her bargain sprees, cutting her fingers from weight of the load,
shimmies her way outside,
wishing she had a ride,
dragging her body toward the long road.
Can’t catch the bus back home,
carries it all alone,
she knows it’s better to walk than to drive,
never can own a car,
feet take her just as far,
Serina of Cavendish
lives to survive.
Walking will keep her fit,
she keeps believing it,
people with cars are the privileged half,
she doesn't need a gym,
struggle will keep her trim,
(if it weren't painful
she thinks she might laugh).
Pushes her daughter’s swing,
runs ‘round the oval ring,
magpies swoop down and her brolly unfolds,
she takes it everywhere,
even if there's no glare,
(security crutch
but don't tell her I told.)
Magpies try pecking them,
brolly's protecting them,
Dog runs up barking,
so home they both charge,
panting and out of breath,
ranting from brush with death...
life is so funny when they are at large.
Watching their favourite shows,
both leaning on elbows,
lying in bed with their cookies from 'Mac,'
dolls are just everywhere.
messy but they don’t care, Serina and child of her
both hit the sack.
Serina of Cavendish
dreaming her every wish,
floating on rainbow
down market place isle,
daughter dreams bunny-friends,
chocolate that never ends, both sleep contented in graceful beguile...
yes,
both dream contented
in graceful beguile,Serina and child of her
their face
full
of ....smile. (*Brolly =umbrella*) |
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Reading it, you can almost see them in the supermarket or park,
making the best of what they have, which seems all too little, but never complaining, just getting on with life the best they can,
A beautiful poem about beautiful poeple, thank you for sharing it Kay
Your pommie Pal Steve
He, he, just kidding Kay.
Women do have a lot to do, those many
women that do the stuff that never gets done.
Thanks for sharing..
Your long time friend..x0x0x0x
SMooooooooooooo00000000000CH!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Love Tinka
Chrissy
Love, Louisa
Peace I enjoyed
Joselyn
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
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