CELIA'S POEMS

No 271       December 13

I’ve told you my childhood was idyllic,

Nothing could come near,

Even though we were at war,

We had a holiday every year.

Although we may have been at war,

We didn’t have lockdowns then,

One year we went to Torquay,

Couldn’t wait to go again.

I’ve told you dad was very tall,

And he always wore a hat,

It was called a trilby,

Some won’t remember that.

My mum and I just loved fairgrounds,

My dad didn’t want to know,

My mum said our Celia’s only very young,

And I think she should go.

The truth is my mother loved them,

The rides,the darts, even catching a duck,

We soon got rid of father,

He didn’t know where to look.

We always had a good time,

We just looked for “the hat”,

Then went in the other direction,

My dad didn’t realise that.

He thought that he had lost us,

But we knew where he was,

Mum and I enjoyed ourselves,