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Poem of the Week

My clever mum, who would have turned 98 this Saturday, the 15th, wrote this: 


Happy birthday to me

for I am now 33

Happy birthday once more

for I am now 34

Happy birthday to me

Welcome back 33


She used to recite it & I'm not sure how to punctuate her dramatic pauses. Nor can I lay my hands on a photo of her around that age. Much later she would say, I look in the mirror & wonder who that old lady is. She kept a youthful spirit & a belief in possibility, which was part of what attracted people to her. 

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