Sea Front Gardens in Clacton.

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IT'S AUTUMN ONCE MORE. A poem by Ann Wilson

Cool and crisp is the air today,
Autumnal aromas on the breeze.
Shrubs of evergreen, all blending
with gold-flecked broad-leaf trees.

Berry-bright brown hedgerows,
a precious feast for birds to share.
Apples waiting to be harvested,
so tempting hanging there.

Cold spells will change the colours,
to Autumn glory unsurpassed.
Giving that display we love
and remember from the past.

Soon the grass will be a carpet
of russet, red and gold.
When trees shed lacy foliage,
as they have since days of old.

SEASONS OF LIFE A poem by Ann Wilson

SEASONS OF LIFE.




In the springtime
of my life.
Everything was fresh
and new.

In the summer
of my life.
I fell in love
with you.

In the autumn
of my life.
We went our
separate ways.

In the winter
of my life.
How I miss those
summer days.

Not a good day!

Today was not a good day.

It started fine, I got up, had a bath, breakfasted and put my glad rags on. Then I went for the bus, having arranged to meet my sister in town for a coffee, as we normally do most Saturdays.

When I arrived at the cafe, she wasn't there, running a bit late, nothing unusual though, as we both do occasionally. I ordered a latte and sat down. It duly arrived and I had a sip or two, but it was a bit hot, so I checked my mobile to see if my sis had sent a text.

That's when I noticed a private FB message from my next door neighbour Sue.  She said that my partner Paul had left his keys inside, so could I come home. So I left my lovely full latte and went to catch the bus home, but not before I sent my sis a text explaining what had happened.

 I felt a little annoyed with him, but not that stressed, but as I stood there I came over dizzy, ears ringing and I nearly passed out, I think I needed the loo badly which may have contributed!  I've had a few of these "funny turns" in the past, had various tests, but nothing found and they have been less frequent, but the one today was quite scary.

I may ring doc next week.

It turned out my sister had left her mobile at home so didn't get my message anyway and sat there waiting for me, though she had noticed the hardly touched latte and wondered who had left it!   

When I arrived home Paul had somehow nobbled the lock and got in the back door. Very burglar proof then!

What a day and a bit of a wasted journey to town, though I did manage to get to Wilkinsons to buy a new cake tin before it all kicked off, so to speak.  Big Deal !

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR! A short story by Ann Wilson

This story is unfinished, still in progress, any comments appreciated!  

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!

Sometimes what you wish for isn't always the best thing for you, but of course, I had to learn this the hard way..

I had woken up after the long operation, feeling groggy, which was to be expected. The consultant had come to see me, explaining that the pancreatic cancer that had eventually raged through my whole body, was gone and that I was a new woman, completely cured. Apparently I was a PHENOMENON!

After a few days I started to feel better and felt quite ecstatic. I could start living again as I was only forty and raring to go! The doctors had warned me that it would be difficult for me, given the circumstances, but I wasn't really listening,

They insisted I see the “shrink” and I reluctantly agreed. She explained the situation, but I was on such a high, it didn't sink in at all.

"“Look"  I said “" I just want to see my kids"

“"Well, they're not exactly kids now, are they Mrs Danson, you must realize this?"

Her words at the time just went over the top of my head; as I said, I was on a high and nothing at that time could change my mood.

The docs had warned me that the press would be clamouring for my story and this could be a real problem for me and the family. I just brushed their concerns aside at the time, thinking I could cope with anything. I felt so well, I was invincible!

After a few days the decision was made to let me see my kids. My consultant Mr De Sousa, had given the go-ahead after much deliberation with his other colleagues.

The two elderly gents, probably in their seventies, I reckoned, stood by my bed staring at me. At the time I was sitting in one of the chairs. I thought they looked a bit freaked out and with good reason. I was too.

These were my sons.

I was the only survivor in the cryogenic ward Nobody else had survived the operations. It was my choice at the time to be part of this experiment. I had lain frozen for over 60 years until they had found a cure for the awful type of cancer that I had suffered from. Apparently I had grandchildren older than myself. It's very hard to get your head around this sort of information. I'm regarded by most people as a freak, a Frankenstein's monster!

"My boys" could not cope with it, so I don't see them. I don't blame them.  I've never met my grandchildren. I'm told they don't want to know, as it would be too hard for them and probably make them go crazy, A grandmother younger than themselves is hard to take!

I've had to change my name and move abroad to try and start a new life, as the constant hounding by the press was driving me mad. I feel so let down and rejected.

I wish I could turn back the clock. Living like this, in this strange unfamiliar world, is absolute hell, with its high tech gadgets that I can't get my head around. 

It's so hard to make new friends when you have to invent a whole new past.

Be careful what you wish for!

. .

LIMERICK by Ann Wilson

I knew a snobby woman called Dinah
who was cultured and couldn't be finer.
But she lost all her dosh,
and now she's not posh.
she's a waitress who works in a diner!



No offence to diners, Dinah's or waitresses everywhere, it just rhymes!