CELIA'S POEMS
No 155 August 19
Many, many years ago,
My first husband had a potato round,
He delivered to private houses,
To customers I had found.
He went down with lumbago,
So guess who got the job,
My son came out to help me,
A day from school he’d robbed.
It was a really shocking day,
We were wet through to the skin,
I’d to go to the school that night,
To a show my daughter was in.
After I got ready,
I looked at my hair,
No way could I go anywhere,
At me they all would stare.
My Aunt had been from America,
A wig she’d brought for me,
There was no other option,
The wig it would have to be.
As I walked in the school hall,
A KID on the front row,
Shouted Mrs Horsfield’s got a wig on,
Now everyone would know.
My daughter was upon the stage,
Her face just said it all,
She looked at me in horror,
And just ran from the hall.
I ran out after her,
And when I’d found my car key,
I found her at the bus stop,
She wouldn’t speak to me.
As a wife and mother,
I’d done the best I could,
I’d tried to please everyone,
But no one understood.