"cardies" poems - Hello Poetry

At this time of my life I find myself wearing hats… I’m not happy with my head you see, In short, being able to see it it just doesn’t thrill me. Not through those depressing, disappearing strands. So it’s that time - It’s hat time! Hats are warm, comforting things; take it off and, for a while at least, it feels still there - a phantom hat. Not quite as spooky or worrying as a phantom arm or leg - after that severed limb thing, but right there! It really is that time - It’s hat time! My Grandma Lamplough, that’s on my mother’s side, was an avid knitter of things to order, She was even a freelancer for Jaeger… matinée jackets, mittens, cardies, pullovers But in later days mostly just tea cosies. If there was no immediate customer in mind… “Everybody needs a cosy and one size fits all” she would say… and anyway, commissions were rare for cosies back in the day She’d wear it boldly herself with handle and spout slots front & back, proud She’d start the next one and announce to every visitor right out loud… ”Hey…Do you want a cosy for your *** Mr Watling, the milkman, he had quite a lot! But then he showed up every day! A quart is it Mrs L?… and yes, I WILL have a cosy today! Me? I’ve never fancied a toupee, wig or go in for a Bobby Charlton tribute gig …. I’ll be happy just to settle for a beret, news boy or Fedora… to hide the offending pate and avoid the comb over till a later date. Meanwhile I’ll maybe settle for Grandma’s cosy special?

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Nov 6, 2020

Nov 6, 2020 at 9:32 AM UTC

chrisslade

It’s That Time... It’s Hat Time!

At this time of my life I find myself wearing hats… I’m not happy with my head you see, In short, being able to see it it just doesn’t thrill me. Not through those depressing, disappearing strands. So it’s that time - It’s hat time! Hats are warm, comforting things; take it off and, for a while at least, it feels still there - a phantom hat. Not quite as spooky or worrying as a phantom arm or leg - after that severed limb thing, but right there! It really is that time - It’s hat time! My Grandma Lamplough, that’s on my mother’s side, was an avid knitter of things to order, She was even a freelancer for Jaeger… matinée jackets, mittens, cardies, pullovers But in later days mostly just tea cosies. If there was no immediate customer in mind… “Everybody needs a cosy and one size fits all” she would say… and anyway, commissions were rare for cosies back in the day She’d wear it boldly herself with handle and spout slots front & back, proud She’d start the next one and announce to every visitor right out loud… ”Hey…Do you want a cosy for your *** Mr Watling, the milkman, he had quite a lot! But then he showed up every day! A quart is it Mrs L?… and yes, I WILL have a cosy today! Me? I’ve never fancied a toupee, wig or go in for a Bobby Charlton tribute gig …. I’ll be happy just to settle for a beret, news boy or Fedora… to hide the offending pate and avoid the comb over till a later date. Meanwhile I’ll maybe settle for Grandma’s cosy special?

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Mummy, Happy birth-mothersday Throw ya toast out the window Feed it to the dog Kiss me with your laughing eyes Kiss me kindly with your lips Touch my cheek with your smooth brown hands Not one more time But forever more times please Mum Let's get ***** growing potatoes Let's get paint on the carpet Let's write love notes on the walls Like all normal people do Tell me to make you a cuppa tea. (I'm turning into you mum.) Sing my songs to me mummy Tell me about Rindacella again please tell me how she slopped her dripper on the stairs Can you hear the morepork Mummy? Listen with me Did you see that shootin' star? Are you smelling these trees? Wrap me up in itchy woollen cardies Put my odd socks on Puddle jumpin' in my gummies In a land called Honalee I'll climb into bed with you tonight Lace bedspread catching my toes Curl up in the nest of the crook of your knees It's cold, sleep back-to-back Dance in front of my friends if you like They all think you're cool Sorry I didn't tell you. Teenagers **** Tell me I'm amazing Adventurous and strong Your courageous daughter Smart and beautiful Remind me I can sail ships through storms That God is always close Pray over me and praise with me Read the bible again to me Come play piano with Isobel Or computer games if you like I think I've killed your Farmville farm Sorry . Mummy Chat with me on Facebook Ocean's teacher likes Donald Trump Be outraged with me please Come with me to the school I'll hide behind your storm People aren't afraid of my Gentle, steady rain I think I hear my babies stirring They're amazing Mum You should see the stuff they do and say You should see how fierce they are You should. You should. You should. Be. Here. They're creeping round the house now Making my heart laugh I better open up my bedroom window Ready for the toast.

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May 8, 2016

May 8, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC

ra

Mummy

Mummy, Happy birth-mothersday Throw ya toast out the window Feed it to the dog Kiss me with your laughing eyes Kiss me kindly with your lips Touch my cheek with your smooth brown hands Not one more time But forever more times please Mum Let's get ***** growing potatoes Let's get paint on the carpet Let's write love notes on the walls Like all normal people do Tell me to make you a cuppa tea. (I'm turning into you mum.) Sing my songs to me mummy Tell me about Rindacella again please tell me how she slopped her dripper on the stairs Can you hear the morepork Mummy? Listen with me Did you see that shootin' star? Are you smelling these trees? Wrap me up in itchy woollen cardies Put my odd socks on Puddle jumpin' in my gummies In a land called Honalee I'll climb into bed with you tonight Lace bedspread catching my toes Curl up in the nest of the crook of your knees It's cold, sleep back-to-back Dance in front of my friends if you like They all think you're cool Sorry I didn't tell you. Teenagers **** Tell me I'm amazing Adventurous and strong Your courageous daughter Smart and beautiful Remind me I can sail ships through storms That God is always close Pray over me and praise with me Read the bible again to me Come play piano with Isobel Or computer games if you like I think I've killed your Farmville farm Sorry . Mummy Chat with me on Facebook Ocean's teacher likes Donald Trump Be outraged with me please Come with me to the school I'll hide behind your storm People aren't afraid of my Gentle, steady rain I think I hear my babies stirring They're amazing Mum You should see the stuff they do and say You should see how fierce they are You should. You should. You should. Be. Here. They're creeping round the house now Making my heart laugh I better open up my bedroom window Ready for the toast.

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Mum Me and your moko, We lay on the grass Staring into the stars And someone came by and said we might find you there But we didn't. And how could we really Stars are burning gas hung by the powerful creator you are with But still I stared hoping for a shooting one I haven't seen any since we were together on my deck and Mum- I've laid and held your cardies with their cigarette smell And I've curled up with your ashes and wept But you're not there I don't want to hear the empty words people say (I know they're only trying to help) I know you are not here Yes I see you in my mirror and in the paintings you left In my birthday cards In the crutches by the door My daughter's face. The memory of your warm hand stroking my face (if I concentrate hard I can nearly feel it) with love no-one else can give me Lying in the grass With dew settling on our heads We knew you weren't there. And I'm glad for you Mum Secure with the Father Finally healed. I think of your face shining as the Holy Spirit filled you And your arms stretched towards heaven and your voice Singing 'On Eagle's Wings' Filled with joy And I know that's where you are You're not meant to be here.

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC

ra

Mum

Mum Me and your moko, We lay on the grass Staring into the stars And someone came by and said we might find you there But we didn't. And how could we really Stars are burning gas hung by the powerful creator you are with But still I stared hoping for a shooting one I haven't seen any since we were together on my deck and Mum- I've laid and held your cardies with their cigarette smell And I've curled up with your ashes and wept But you're not there I don't want to hear the empty words people say (I know they're only trying to help) I know you are not here Yes I see you in my mirror and in the paintings you left In my birthday cards In the crutches by the door My daughter's face. The memory of your warm hand stroking my face (if I concentrate hard I can nearly feel it) with love no-one else can give me Lying in the grass With dew settling on our heads We knew you weren't there. And I'm glad for you Mum Secure with the Father Finally healed. I think of your face shining as the Holy Spirit filled you And your arms stretched towards heaven and your voice Singing 'On Eagle's Wings' Filled with joy And I know that's where you are You're not meant to be here.

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