Naomi Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Naomi



She was a complex woman
Neither a this nor a that
Sometimes she kissed her children
Sometimes she knocked them flat

She sang in the church each Sunday
Jesus had stamped her card
And nobody knew from her anthems
She'd sat in a VD ward

She'd had a wartime wedding
No cake, just bread and spam
Parachute silk for knickers
A brush, a wringer, a pram

She could flower beneath her husband
She could freeze beneath his touch
Sometimes she loved too little
Sometimes she loved too much

She saved for a lovely funeral
No rationing on that day
Her bones were veiled in linen
With geraniums, all the way

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joan Gaskell 02 July 2017

How poignant that her funeral was probably better than her life!

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