On Reflection

This is a personal reflection, written by Marie Hindmarsh, about her passion for poetry …  

On Reflection

Some people say of my poems, that I have been given a gift.
Well I’m not really sure if this is true but writing sure gives me a lift.
I try to make them amusing to put a smile on the readers face.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve reached my goal or shall I give up the race

I write about things that have happened to me over my many years.
Some inspired from happy memories, some written after shedding tears.
Now I’m growing older I see the funny side of life.
Also how my careless words can get me into strife

I write about aging gracefully or how the body aches.
I often write with tongue in cheek and how “them’s just the breaks”
I can always look and laugh at myself, infrequently do I feel blue
I have always loved doing handcrafts so, invariably find something to do.

I sew knit and crochet, many baby things abound,
these I keep for future great grandkids, for when I’m no longer around.
They are not exactly heirlooms, but just things to remember me by.
As every stitch was worked with love in many an evening gone by

I lost my best friend in twenty ten Peter was the love of my life.
We had forty five years together since the day he made me his wife.
I often write him poems when anniversaries are drawing near
some folk would say that’s morbid yet I often feel him here.

I write him special poems to leave for him where he lays
it helps me when I think of him in many many ways.
I do not make them public they were purely written for him,
so the chances of anyone reading them, I would say are very slim.

But my other poems I put out there I like to think they make you smile,
as you sit with a cuppa in your hand when you have a little while

Written by: Marie Hindmarsh

March 2014