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.