CELIA'S POEMS

            No 176    September 09

            The poem I sent you yesterday,

            May have seemed quite wrong,

            I know the holidays will come back round,

            But can I live that long.

            I have some lovely memories,

            Of which I am aware,

            But that does not change the fact,

            I’m wanting to be there.

            At Christmas I’ll be 84,

            My insurance is sky high,

            But as soon as they release me,

            To Marco I will fly.

            Don’t get me wrong, I’m positive,

            And dreaming of the day,

            When I say to Geoff, “get my passport”,

            We’ll be on our way.

            As far as holidays are concerned,

            I feel my days are numbered,

            Please hurry with the vaccine,

            Or else I will be lumbered.

            But I know for certain,

            Geoff will get me there,

            We’ll get through all the airports,

            Geoff pushing my wheelchair.