Poorly poem

I’m not to well at present but I’m determined to get on with the panto. Meanwhile:

Lying sick upon the bed, around me my possessions spread

A glasses case, a pen or two, hot water bottle, paper, too.

But there’s one object I require – a book, or more, my main desire

For stomach ache can be ignored when stories stop me getting bored.

They must be good or I will sleep, into another world I’ll creep

And all the pains of this sad day- Imagination wafts away.



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I am a retired schoolteacher now writing novels in Worthing where I live with my husband. I record for the Sussex Coast Talking News (Voice of Progress) and am the publicity secretary for the Worthing Friendship Centre. I also give talks on my life and works to local groups.

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