Kay and I were mates,
always joked about tattoos,
hers would be a butterfly
on her back, mine a dolphin
on my shoulder.
Both too old and crinkly now, but still
“have a larf”- maybe tomorrow
Jess had a crooked neck she’d
come to meet me on the step.
She lived to be eighteen years
– that’s old for a cat!
Then she got sick or old or tired.
Now she’s under the cherry tree.
I still remember her on my knee.
THE GOLDEN / OLDEN DAYS
A – Away with the Fairies.
B – Baking Welsh cakes with Mrs Dobson.
C – Coal fire and burnt legs.
D – Dancing, folding clean sheets with Auntie Minnie.
E – Eiderdowns not duvets.
F – Flat caps and long skirts.
G – Garden and mum’s dahlias.
H – Horse carriages and trams.
I – Icy winters and chilblains.
J – Jam making from blackberries.
K – Kettle and small irons heating on stove.
L – Lyons Corner House for tea.
M – Mangle, washboard and washing on the line.
N – Nappies soaking in smelly bucket.
O – Outside loo, no bathroom.
P – Policemen wearing helmets.
Q – Queuing for everything.
R – Rent man hide under table.
S – Steam trains and trams.
T – Two up, two down.
U – Underclass: unemployed, sick, old, poor,
immigrants – last but NOT least women!
V – Votes For Women.
W – Wet shaving with a cutthroat razor
X – Factor? Love and Peace a bit sixties!
Y – Yorkshire Dales Wild Women Walkers.
Z – Zenophobia against immigrants –
no change there then?