Daily life is the first in the series of poetry books, for older readers,by Dr Audrey Coatesworth, a retired psychiatrist of 35 years experience.
Her books comment on many aspects of life - challenging, controversial, entertaining but always interesting!
A paper back ( 201x130 mm) with 155 poems about daily life and its variety of experience. Should be read for interest, enjoyment and many poems will challenge, as Dr Audrey Coatesworth writes her poems from her own angle and opinion, based on her life and work.
A book to carry around, to delve into in a spare moment or half hour, and to enjoy. Small enough to carry in a hand bag for the bus/train journey.
Can be bought via her website, as paperbacks or ebooks for any country, at MY BOOKS
Excerpt
A poem from 'Daily Life' by
Dr Audrey Coatesworth
In this poem Dr Coatesworth gives a scathing snapshop of very tiny tots (under 2 to 2.5 yearsof age) being left in nurseries all day.
Conversations At The Nursery
'Why are you here every day?’
'Because mummy is unkind
She shouts and has been known
To hit my bare behind
I was crying, I had tummy ache
I couldn't bear the griping pain
Finger marks stayed there
She hit me, then hit again
Someone saw her do it
And reported her and soon
I had to be here all the time
I see her most days - at noon’
'My Mummy is not like that at all
She is very sweet and gentle
She is so intelligent that looking
After me just drives her mental
I heard her say she needs something
Called 'rational adult talk'
So she just leaves me every day
Then drives happily to her work
Maybe there she is clever
But with me she's not too bright
She doesn't know how to stop me
When I test her through the night’
'I do not have a daddy
My Mother had me on her own
She is kind and loves me
But needs money for a phone
To ring granny and her best friend
And my aunties Sue and Lizzy
They all say they love me
I see so many, my head is dizzy
I nearly know their faces
But I’m not sure where I live
As Mother will just take me
And to someone different give’
'I come from a wealthy family
Mummy thinks I am a guest
She doesn't know about child rearing
‘It’s for those who must know best’
She reads books about psychology
And Fen Chui to name a few
I don't think she knows me at all
But her mother she never knew
She doesn't want a nanny
As she would clutter up the house
But if I could just stay at home
I would be quiet as any mouse’
'I wish I was at home now
Where I could quietly sleep
There is just too much noise
And wide awake I keep
I have such a lovely bedroom
With a mobile made of wood
I have toys piled around my cot
And my soft teddy feels so good
My head aches with my cold
My chest hurts when I cough
Why can't I just stay at home?
I am so little and life is tough’
'I don't know why I was born
A mother I will never be
Unless I can care for my baby
So she won't have a life like me
I don't recognise where I am
What if they forget to call
To pick me up to take me home?
I can't find the way - at all
If a career is so important
Status, clothes and a new car
Why did my mother have me?
I'd be better not born, by far’
‘I took my first step today and
I said 'Mama'- my first word
But the lady did not respond
As if she had never heard'
'It’s because she is not your Mama
And has heard it all before cont:
Others have taken 'first steps'
There's no excitement any more'
‘I'm sad my Mummy missed it
But why should I try to wait?
Until she comes and collects me
She went out - through that gate’
Many others shared their troubles
Talked of missed days of love
Discussed the deep black hole within
Some learned to rise above
Learned to cope by switching off
Their emotions one by one
Until, finally, like little robots
Pain and feeling had now gone
The emotions of a few remained
Some were angry, some were sad
They were confused as they knew
Most parents were not bad
So the children in the nursery
Shared their thoughts - in vain
No one knew what was going on
In each little person's brain
Longing, loneliness, lost and sad
Felt in their body and their mind
A loving mother to a tiny child is
More important than all mankind
That role is usually taken on
With great pride and glowing joy
But greater needs soon appear
To usurp a baby - girl or boy
So - they presented smiling faces
As they knew that was the way
Hoped people would remain kind
As they learned they had to stay
'Such a good child', 'Oh so sweet'
'Yes, I am sure I'm doing right
The only problem that we've got
She will not sleep at night'
They cannot speak for themselves, so I write on their behalf
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
