Libraries What's That?

The situation across many of the Boroughs are that many of the libraries are being closed.  Yes we do have many other means of reading information.  I still feel there is a need for them, it’s a place where the community of all ages can get together and share their love of books. I use to live near Streatham Library, they had a wonderful Mothers and Toddler club the demand for it was huge, it meant getting up early and getting the little one ready. This was a challenge but it was always worth it.

posted fb 14/03/13

#41 Libraries Outlawed

Libraries are where books live

Where late at night

They run around and consult

They discuss their titles

They discuss their middles

Discuss their ends

Discuss there twist

Sit down with friends

They've even started a book club

Where they review the people who come in

The very small with their sticky hands

The one that have no idea

What a book is and why they are here

Some put it in there mouth

I guess they want to digest what it is they are reading about

So now the proposal is going around

These libraries are being outlawed

Seized,destroyed, shut down

wherever they are found

As if books was an illicit drug

We must be all addicts coz it makes me feel sick

Knowing what they have planned

It is a place where minds are transformed

So now the libraries are under threat

If we don't do something now

This we will live to regret

The Joy of Dancing

I spent Thursday evening at dance Festival organised by the local primary schools in Havering.  It was divided in two halfs, so we had to endure a lot of repetition.  I waited for my daughter’s school to come on all though I am sure I had been treated to the whole routine several times in the kitchen.

The standard throughout was much the same (which was high).  Then a group of children came on, we noticed that there were a few more boys and in comparison to the other groups they were smaller.  Also the wonderful helpers stayed on stage throughout to work and encourage two boys who were finding just being on stage very challenging.  

After a while we understood, this particular group of children were from a Special Needs School, I am glad they didn’t introduce them as this.  Their contribution, enthusiasm and general performance was inspiring and enjoyable.  

#50 I am a Believer

The dance festival went on and on

They bopped along to Lion King

Elvis, Mama Mia, Moulin Rouge

Now that was just wrong

Everyone tried their very best

To stay in time and remember all the steps

Then a group came on all shapes and sizes

Two girls in green tutus they were full of surprises

We watched and watched as two boys

Just gazed upwards to the stars

The helpers stayed on stage

They needed to assist

As some stood still others gyrated and twist

They were all over the place

One boy we thought would never get his groove

As the song came to an end

He suddenly  began to move

First a few little steps then a big jump

The chorus line sang out

“I am a believer!”

This is true

I am a believer

I am a believer in you

He dance and danced

I felt the tears

I cried as per usual, as I normally do

When I see a production of

A dream come true

I am believer

We can make a difference

Some read, some write and dance too.

Dot Cotton My Idle in Love

This poem was posted on Valentines day.  I wanted to talk about real love.  Not the whisk you of your feet love, which gets so much publicity.  How about the quiet love which when you encounter it is truly magical.  This is what happened for Dot in Eastenders (I know she's a fictional character).  Dot spent many years on the square with no love interest, she had an awful husband and a wicked son.  No one to lookout for her and love her, then Jim Branning came along and it was magical.  I would joke there is hope for me yet.

Have I met my Jim Branning????

#14 Everlasting Love

How could it happen?

At my age I should know better

You were not my first love,

I pray you will be my last.

As I entered a new stage

Scared to love after all that had been

Many years standing waiting at Loves door

I am like a trapped animal

I have been caught in this Love cage

They say it was wrong

We say it’s so right  

As we made love through the night

Now time has past

Where are all those people?

Who said it would never last

We have proved them wrong

As we sit on this verandah watching the sun go down

Humming our own love song

The children are all grown and flown the nest

We’ve entered quieter times

I have to confess I prefer this best

You still make me smile

Even though my teeth remain in a glass

During the night

And when I need to eat

You were my toy boy

You are now the one that keeps me alive

Me at 90 you at 85

Occasionally I catch you staring and smiling at me

Not sure if it’s the cataracts I must look a mess

Surely you are tired of looking at this weathered face

My hair is thinning

Whatever I do it looks a frightful mess

Even though time has moved on

I am grateful for the times we had

Some rocky some not so bad

But we made it

Here we are

Memory slipping

Eyesight failing

Some things

I hear some I just assume

Every day seems to bring a new complaint

It doesn’t matter

As we have each other

I care for you dearly

I now know you have been sent from above

After all these years

You are still my everlasting love