A POEM THAT SOME CAN RELATE TO

A POEM THAT SOME CAN RELATE TO

I remember the cheese of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from the fridge; in the shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn’t need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates on the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,
Where a pen’orth of lollies was sold
Do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it…I’m just getting old?

I remember the ‘loo’ was the lav
And the bogey man came in the night,
It wasn’t the least bit funny
Going “out the back” with no light.

The interesting items we perused
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.

The clothes were boiled in the copper
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone’s ‘duds’.

I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren’t heard of
And we hadn’t much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.

ANON

the age of remembrance must be 60 plus!!!!!!!!!!

Merry Christmas Senior Chatter’s. 😀 😀 xx

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  1. Reading that brought up a lot of great memories of growing up.
    Playing in the street with all the neighbor kids. Kick the Can, One Two Three…redlight, Hide and Go seek…and many others! Playing in the rain, and yes, the milk man delivering weekly, the vegetable and fruit cart coming down the street pulled by an old horse. wow…good days we had! so little to worry about.
    Merry Christmas to you and yours!

  2. Dont forget knock down ginger CSweet51? I think it was called that. You knocked on someones door and ran for your life lol. I know things were tough those days…but our memories always seem to be happy ones? Maybe it was becouse we were just children?. I miss those care free days…well some of them anyway!! Happy Christmas CSweet51 😀 x