Poems for elderly ladies!!!

On the 3rd January, it is the "Women's Fellowship" Christmas party. I joined the group in the Summer which is held at our Church, every Tuesday afternoon for an hour and a half.

The majority of the ladies are elderly, so at 39, I am the youngest member! I love going and have only missed 3 weeks, and that's when I had the mumps.

I am made to feel so welcome, and because Becky is off school on the day of the party, she has been invited too. Everyone has been asked to contribute at the party and I have been asked to read some of my poetry. Well, I have been sitting here all evening, wading through a varied selection of poetry and just can't decide what to read. I have got a poem called "Tut,tut" which might be suitable so I will post it here and would appreciate your thoughts.

I have also added another couple of poems that might be suitable...would appreciate your feedback. Thanks.

''Tut...tut"

Tut tut, shake of head as she stands in the queue,
whilst a man on his crutches is struggling through.

Tut tut, as the nervous new girl on the till,
drops a bottle of ketchup and mops up the spill.

Tut tut as she's charged tuppence more for the steak,
and the new shopping bags are a different shape.

Tut tut as a baby screams out on the bus,
incompetent mother, unecessary fuss.

Tut tut at the children who litter the street,
naughty and restless and under her feet.

Tut tut at the neighbours' new bar-b-que grill,
soiling her washing whilst they have their fill.

Tut tut at the widow who lives two doors down,
staring from windows with permanent frown.

Tut tut at the man who lives all on his own,
his net curtains shabby, a fusty old brown.

Tut tut as she turns her new key in the door,
at charity letters all over the floor.

Tut tut as she takes off her bulging black mac,
the goods she has stolen could fill Santa's sack.


Tut tut!!!


A Prayer-Poem.

As a church let us shine like the star on the tree,
Be a beacon of hope in a troublesome sea.

Let us stride out and manage that one extra mile,
Replace every frown with a welcoming smile.

Be approachable, open, be patient and kind,
Be that person whom others are trying to find.

Hold a friend for whom touch, has been lost on the way,
Lend an ear to that person, who dreads one more day.

Raise our voices in song, not in harshness of word,
Let the music begin and the message be heard.

Throw our doors open wide, light a fire in the grate,
Reach out for the lost who are passing our gate.

Take a moment to chat with the folks on their own,
Break the silence they live with, in being alone.

Invite them along to a service or two,
To be part of a family that is nurtured by You.

As we open our gifts, let our thoughts drift afar,
To those places on earth that are ravaged by war.

Hear our prayers for those nations, for horrors to cease,
And pour down your blessings of true Christmas peace.

Be close by us this Christmas, and help us we pray,
Share the news of Christ's birth with who passes our way.


''Beneath Us''

Eden was sleeping in silence
'Neath a coverlet of soft, pristine snow
Her colours so quickly forgotten
In a landscape where little could grow

A scattering of snowdrops were nestled
In the warmth of their brown bracken beds
The ferns forming canopies over
Their delicate, white curled-up heads

Quite close by in the depths of a dark wood
A battalion of bluebells lay low
Awaiting their seasonal signal
To slowly march upward and grow

I unveiled a collection of croci
Huddled up in a hollowed-out tree
Like a gift that remains in its wrapping
Not quite ready for our eyes to see

A dance troop of daffodils shimmied
In the sweep of an easterly gale
Their petals lit up like the sunshine
Dispelling a winter so pale

I uncovered a grey squirrel's larder
Filled with nut-shells and berries galore
Painstakingly stocked but forgotten
This plentiful, nourishing store

In the nooks and the crannies of hawthorn
In their prickly beds sharp as nails
Little creatures slept, dreaming of springtime
With their noses tucked under their tails

Our land's like a cake during winter
Iced with the smoothness of snow
The richness of fruits and the goodness
Beneath us, not too far below.