thanks mum


Floods

As a small child by the beck
My mother taught me how to deal
With the inundations of floods.
As I watched the back of her knees
Her petticoat tucked Elizabethan knave-like
She rolled up her sleeves and moved
Her precious things to a dry place
Waited calmly for the annoyance to recede
With an accord marked by a smile.

As a woman now I play floods similar-
They come
They go
Mere trickles that amuse
No matter how they think they torrent.





Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-05-23 at 23:04

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NicholasG
It's the Yorkshire way. Grin and bear it.
well done
Nick
2009-05-24



Insightful study of the value of patience and tenacity. If we don't just "roll up our sleeves" and do what needs to be done, life's little torrents can pull us under. Fine poem.
2009-05-24