THREE WORD WEDNESDAY
I'm not a demonstrative person;
I don't like to be kissed.
If someone lunges towards me
I, mentally, cry 'Desist!'
I came from a non-hug family,
One that never showed much feeling;
I think we all felt affectionate
But we did a lot of concealing.
So now, when I feel an emotion,
Maybe pity or sympathy,
I always feel rather awkward,
And act very warily.
Should I touch the sufferer?
Is that how I should behave?
Is a hug or even a kiss
Something that they crave?
So I falter and look embarrassed,
And don't do very much good.
I'd give some comfort and affection,
Honestly, if I could.
My friend Margaret sent me a package of my old letters.As this one was in verse, I thought I'd inflict it on my blog-readers!
(1950; Brighton Training College)
"I now must confess that I got in a mess,
Last week things turned out to be dire!
I committed the crime, for the very first time,
Of setting the college on fire!
At least, let's say 'nearly'! It was my fault clearly!
After supper this last Monday night,
When I'd ironed my undies (as always on Mondays!)
I left the iron ON not UPRIGHT!
Think iron and think 'singe'. As for me, not a twinge!
But quite soon a peculiar stink
Invaded the hostel, in each little nostril
And that little odour was......think!
'What's that sickening smell?
'I really can't tell!'
As the odour crept higher and higher.
Then a thought came to me......'It surely can't be!'
But it was! The whole board was on fire!
They considered the crime, where I was at the time,
And (I blush) all the blame fell upon me.
Oh the grumbling I had! I felt horribly sad
For I felt the whole college would shun me!
But they all simply laughed saying 'Brenda! She's daft!'
And just gave me large helpings of teasing!
But I was assured I must buy a new board.
And that thought was not at all pleasing!
Even now my heart fails when I think of the nails
And odd bits of blanket to stuff it!*
No more will I try on a trick with an iron
I'll be good as a Little Miss Muffet!"
*Life was 'ard in the old days!