CELIA'S POEMS

No 359        March 09

My first husband used to play for the county,

Crown green bowling was his joy,

He was a very good player,

Had started as a boy.

One Sunday we set off to a County match,

I can’t remember where it was,

But it was quite a long way,

My sons friend was driving us.

One of the tyres had a blow out,

The car went out of control,

My husband tried to help the lad,

The steering wheel to hold.

Just as we were near the barrier,

The lad started to panic,

He pulled the steering wheel away from Jack,

It really was traumatic.

My daughter was in the back with me,

I had no shoes on and was knitting,

The car started to turn over,

My teeth I started gritting.

We rolled over a few times,

The windows all smashed out,

Was everybody living,

I really had my doubts.

Slowly but surely we all came to,

We were shaken and tried to get out,

Some of the other team members,

Had passed and called an ambulance out.

We of course were all shook up,

When we all at last got freed

We all seemed to be OK,

My husbands head started to bleed.

We were taken to Rochdale hospital,

No car to get us home,

It was a total write off,

I was glad to see it gone.

My husband needed lots of stitches,

His head was in a mess,

But we had all survived this,

Someone above I had to bless.

That’s why I just hate motorways,

And I don’t want to drive,

Seeing the car being taken away,

Couldn’t believe we got out alive.