CELIA'S POEMS
No 321 January
30
I’m writing
this poem with sadness,
No CBA’s
this year,
What will I
do when I can’t meet,
The friends
I hold so dear.
I’ve tried
to keep in touch with them,
My poems
I’ve sent each day,
A bubble
I’ve created,
It seemed
the only way.
I just love
The Awards,
But
sometimes I’m in a mess,
I’ve
trouble being the right size,
To wear my
special dress,
The
Norbreck’s full of celebrities,
And when
they do the show,
I feel so
very privileged,
Because
most of them I know.
I did not
put that very well,
So let me
make amends,
Although I
really know them all,
I’m
honoured they’re my friends.
So this
year let’s see what’s in store,
Although
it’s been a mess,
I know
they’ll do the best they can,
And I can’t
wait to see Betty’s dress.