Activities of Lynette Bednall

WIND BENEATH YOUR WINGS
There was an old man called Jack Hardy, he wore the most mukiest cardy, for on it you'd see what he'd had for his tea, including his brekky and sarnie. T'was not his fault, not even revolt, for his hands had a terrible quiver, he'd eat from a tray and his gravy would stray, especially if he'd eaten liver.
He shuffles along with the tiniest steps, squinting as he finds his way, his bottle top glasses resemble mollases and his falsies the colour of hay.
His hair is very white and in curls it all falls down, it's thinning on the top now, he looks like Coco the clown.
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Lockdown has been lifted hip hip hip hoorah
The place is not deserted and trips we can go far
The mood has started shifting we can breathe again once more
The shops and bars are opening our beaches are for sure
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Five weeks into lockdown I have not lost my mind
But times they have been testing of a certain kind
The fear is not so driven it's giving me a rest
Cos I am safe at home within my little nest
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You came into my life
When I was so young
You witnessed my growing up
Shared my innocence
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A Poem for Ashley

Congratulations on reaching age of nine
I am proud to say you're a son of mine
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So many things are said about mothers
Normally from children but also from others
But not very often has it been said
From the mouth of a mother whilst laying in bed
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6Oth BIRTHDAY POEM TO MY SISTER BEVERLEY

Congratulations on reaching big 60
It´s quite an achievement if I may say so your convinced you´ll never get there
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