Section 2: “Caring” – Poetry
First Place – Robyn Nance – U3A Nepean Blue Mountains –
© Caring & Sharing
It’s been 45 years since we were wed
And received official approval to share a bed!
In our youthful innocence we were unaware
Of all the things we would eventually share.
How proud we were of our first ‘new home’
It was really there the first seeds of lasting love were sewn,
Despite a few setbacks we were young and free
Till lo and behold, baby Chris made three.
Loving and sharing filled our days and nights
With Chris’ every achievement a major highlight,
With so much love, we still wanted more
And with our little Julie, we became four.
With space a problem we moved to Winston Hills
(Just how did we mange to pay the bills?)
Onwards and upwards we did strive
With Andy, our son, making a ‘complete’ five.
Queensland became our ‘promised land’
With both of us in much demand,
So much so it became apparent
We would need our own business for so much talent!
Sharing the load we were a magic team
Those years working together seem like a dream
From promotions and marketing to even Mackay
It’s hard to imagine how time did fly.
So much happened, I can’t even begin
Europe, England and back again
Though most of it now just a golden haze
The memories we shared for the rest of our days.
Remember the farm and the fun times there?
Just a few more marvellous memories to share,
How excited we were to be back in Sydney town
And let’s face it; life has been more up than down.
Perhaps a few brief moments when we thought life wasn’t fair
But we never lost sight that each other was there
I would never have missed each experience with you
And I know that the love I felt, you felt too.
When you lost life’s battle, early this year
And the family grieved and shed many a tear,
I clung to the memory of why I loved you so much
It’s because of 45 years of each loving touch.
Second Place – Marion Haynes – Westlakes Seniors Computer Club
© The Train of Life
My Love, you have travelled on the train of life
And stopped at many stations,
Until at last, a final stop,
You have reached your destination.
Pain can no longer trouble you
Nor aggravation rile.
And I now picture on your face
An ever present smile.
“There are many rooms, in my Father’s House”
Is the promise from above.
And He will take you in His arms
And surround you with His Love.
Third Place – David Evans – U3A Nepean Blue Mountains
© Couples in the Park
Strolling in the park, he and she –
Aging, overweight, their bodies long past beauty;
Yet they dress with care and with colour,
Each for the other,
In their minds—as a melody is remembered,
An orchestra imagined in the silence—
They perceive themselves
Not as time and weariness have tarnished them,
But as they were so many decades past
And will remain: their psyches fresh and young –
The husks alone have grown grotesque.
When the laughter dances in your eyes
The watcher on the bench can almost fail
to notice the staggering gait
Your twisted limbs have forced on you.
You hold your companion’s hand,
Not for support but with love,
And looking at him you do not see
The broken paving stone
That sends you sprawling to the ground.
As the young man stands beside you
Offering no assistance,
The watcher frowns, offended.
“Help her!” his thoughts become
A silent, outraged shout.
But you regain your feet unaided
And resume your conversation undisturbed.
Nothing strange has happened:
You fell, you rose,
And confidently go upon your way.
Special Mention – Christine Behl – U3A Nepean Blue Mountains
© My Pop
The screen door slams behind me
And I know, without looking, he’ll be there
His tall frame stooped,
His gnarled hands
Conducting an emphasis to his words.
My mother, busy at the stove,
Nods in reply as he expounds his views
On pollies, papers,
He is garrulous in her company.
He murmurs a gruff greeting
As I throw down my bag and rush out to play.
Watching as I go
He smiles fondly,
Then returns to the news of the day.
Later I see him heading home,
His brown felt hat pushed back on his head.
Quickly I skip up
To say hello
And he reaches down to take my hand.
In quiet company we stroll
Along the street until we reach the lane
Where he gives my head
A loving pat
And raises his hand in mute farewell…