Nikky told me that she'd to write ... a blog to join a blog-chain ("Right")
I asked her "What's it all about?" and when she told, I had no doubt
That I would like to join in, too ... near broke my neck (well, wouldn't you?)
to write off for to ask to join ... with story from my life, purloined.
This is the last post in the chain ... one person tagged ... who tags again ...
the links have stretched to thirty one ... now I'm the last, the chain is done ...
Around the globe our tag-chain's stretched ... so many pictures have been etched
with words and feelings quite profound ... I've read them all, sometimes spellbound.
Kimly B, with gentle kindness ... leads you onwards; smiling, painless ...
As she hands you into my care ... should I give a Halloween scare?
No ... here's my own brief offering ... I hope, to you, some smiles 'twill bring:
I often think of my lost son ... does he forgive his unknown mum?
Sometimes I wish, alas, alack -
that, to my youth I could go back
(Sweet days when sunshine and brief showers did abound)
When miniskirts were all the rage -
while the Beatles sang on stage ...
And my hair, lacquered in 'beehive', should astound.
I could return to Liverpool -
catch that young, deluded fool ...
Say "The time has come to mind your p's and q's
Do NOT walk along that lane -
nor take shelter from the rain
For you'll end up raped and pregnant ... your youth, you'll lose".
"THEN, don't run away from home -
to that sad and friendless zone
Where you'll be beaten and maltreated all the time
You'll be kicked and hit and hurt -
have your face ground in the dirt
And your earnings will be used to buy his wine.
When you do escape at last -
all your troubles won't have passed,
That pregnancy's put sev'n months' growth upon your girth
So you'll end up in a 'home' -
an 'unmarried mother' zone
Where they'll take your baby from you at his birth".
But then common-sense sets in -
as I realise, with a grin,
I wouldn't want to change my life and all its tears ...
You see, because of those 'mistakes' -
I've stayed upon this path I take
And I've had much fun and pleasure down the years !
I've had other children to -
give me kisses, cuddles too ...
Married, divorced, remarried and then widowed, twice;
Mine was not a lonely path,
AND it was paved with love and laugh ...
Now I'm so glad I could not take my own advice !!!!!!
So here we've come full circle round and your reading job's complete ...
Link back to Dangerous Linda, and her temper tantrum, so sweet :D