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The egg box is empty
The river ran dry
The end of the line did come, and
While I’ll never be fecund again
I’ll remain pregnant with myriad puns!
It’s so confusing nowadays
All I said was,
That I hate mayonnaise
All of a sudden
I was all sorts of things;
Verbally slaughtered by Internet beings
Admonished by some never to judge
I nixed the response
“But all I said was....”
While I have no advice
Other than to think twice now,
Before you comment at all
As before you know it
You'll be hung drawn and quartered
For having said nothing at all!
(c) Elly LeBlanc, October 17, 2020
#littleditties
#sillyrhymes4sillytimes
Summer seemed to last so long,
Days now long since cast
Time would go as slowly as
It now races past
Hazy, crazy summer days
Now locked in photographs.
Elly LeBlanc, 1998
One of you
Will go before the other
Horrible to think about
I know
One of you
May love more than the other
Whichever One
Tries not to let that show.
© Elly LeBlanc, November 23, 2020
The bloom is off the rose now
Edges, somewhat frayed
Thorns are extra prickly
Though that’s not too bad a trade
Fair exchange no robbery
Mum would often say
Now one can entertain with wit
Then send them on their way.
What dreams did You have that You put aside for me?
What promises made to yourself, You never got to see?
In the beginning of life I demanded, You gave
I had the benefit of Your wisdom
Of course I did not always listen
For this is how we are set up
To live and learn from mistakes we make
Triumphs accomplished, love forsaken
Yet still I falter, still I wade
Through life’s oft’ muddied waters
Teetered on the edge, I hold my breath and say to myself
What would Mum do?
Suddenly, I remember things you taught me
Words You gave in comfort
Tears You dried, wounds You healed
I'm up to your knees again, I feel picked up and held
I see You daily now, in my reflection
Your wisdom is forever with me
I love You Mum
Thank You for everything
© Elly LeBlanc, Summer, 1997
Mum. England, 1942. Age 16.
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