Poetry

[paula lynne]

Heres one my mum wrote. God she was funny and I miss her so x

CAKES BY PAM WILLIS

Im spending my well earned retirement
Not on cruising, or leisurely breaks...
On no not me, for Im still slaving...
In my kitchen, baking cakes

Now these cakes arent what youre thinking
No dainties to treat my old man
These beauties come five tiers high love
Six if i possibly can!

How I wish we could really retire
Go on hols at the drop of a hat.....
But thats not our way my Der will say..
The cakes and dogs will see to that

So as for my well earned retirement.?
I feel I am having it rough
Cos its CAKE everyday.
and I really must say........
I cant even stomach the stuff!

[paula lynne]

Depression by my mum Pam. This is a little hard to read, just found it.

I think Ive got depression
and I know the reason why.
The trouble with depression is,
How much you have to cry

I cry first thing in the morning
I cry last thing at night
I cry sometimes everyday
Even when things are going right.

I cant be bothered to wash my hair
Or even clean my teeth
But I do enjoy a nice hot bath
And could lie there for a week!

Ive lost my sense of humour
Ive forgotten how to smile
Im just a bag of painful bones
A belly full of bile...

Depression? Yes, I know you well
Im a crying selfish wreck
But Im sure I could learn to smile again
Please God-stop this pain in my neck.....