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Help With Finding A Poem!
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Years ago I heard a poem on Radio 2 about a daughter and a mother. It was a story about how the daughter used to ask her mum for advice, ring several times a day for a chat and all things daughters do and then as her mother has got older, gets forgetful - something like that anyway!
Does anyone know the one I am talking about?
Probably not .... thanks anyway!
Does anyone know the one I am talking about?
Probably not .... thanks anyway!
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.vakayu - I can only remember the poem vaguely! I have tried googling various variations but no joy!
All I can remember is it was on Jeremy Vine, probably a Lucy Berry poem but cant find any of her old ones on the internet!
Graham.....dont think it was Pam Ayres, I had a look on her website & none look familiar!
Thanks anyway!
All I can remember is it was on Jeremy Vine, probably a Lucy Berry poem but cant find any of her old ones on the internet!
Graham.....dont think it was Pam Ayres, I had a look on her website & none look familiar!
Thanks anyway!
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Its called: Lines on calling Mum..... by Lucy Berry ....brings a tear to my
eyes :(
I rang my Mum at half past three
To tell her I had stubbed my toe
I like a bit of sympathy
And hers is the best brand I know
Then she rang me at five to six
To say she'd lost her glasses (twice)
And found her car keys in the bath
And fancied curry and some rice
Who will I ring when she is gone?
Who tell my trivial troubles to?
How shall I past my dullest day?
Without one pointless call from you?
Or three, Or four, she's vague-ish now
And rings to ask if she has rung.
And I am in 'the change' myself,
So I'm not feeling all that young.
We do not live in the same house.
But we do live together still,
Sharing the oddments of our days
And till she dies, we always will.
eyes :(
I rang my Mum at half past three
To tell her I had stubbed my toe
I like a bit of sympathy
And hers is the best brand I know
Then she rang me at five to six
To say she'd lost her glasses (twice)
And found her car keys in the bath
And fancied curry and some rice
Who will I ring when she is gone?
Who tell my trivial troubles to?
How shall I past my dullest day?
Without one pointless call from you?
Or three, Or four, she's vague-ish now
And rings to ask if she has rung.
And I am in 'the change' myself,
So I'm not feeling all that young.
We do not live in the same house.
But we do live together still,
Sharing the oddments of our days
And till she dies, we always will.
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