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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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Tuesday, 2 May 2023

She herself ...

She herself never wanted a husband

(though there have been men)

but agrees with me it’s good

our friends have reunited.


‘Such a lovely man,’ I say, ‘and

so much in love with her.’


‘AND,’ she squeals, ‘HE DOES 

THE DISHES!’ ‘Oh,’ I say carelessly,

‘every husband I ever had did that!’ 

She is surprised speechless. 

 

[A second poem today, just because.]

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