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Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Monday, 17 April 2023

My favourite cleaner ...

My favourite cleaner arrives:

a pleasant lad, as well as efficient –  

and not one of those who wants to chat.


(Do they imagine old people

are starved for communication

and human warmth? Not me!)


But he tells me he’s moving on

into Disability (more pay). 

I’m glad I’m not disabled, but ….


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