A Tribute to Mom

This is a poem she wrote when she turned 80:

WHAT WE SHARED TOGETHER

We met and married a long time ago
We worked for long hours when wages were low
No tv no wireless no bath - times were hard
Just cold water taps and a walk in the yard
No holidays abroad - no carpets on the floor
We had coal on the fire and we did not lock our doors
Our children arrived - no pill - in those days
and we brought them up without state aid
They were safe going out, and played in the parks
Old folks could go for walks in the dark
No vallium or drugs, no LSD
We cured most of our illnesses with a good old cup of tea
No vandals or muggings - there was nothing to rob!
We felt safe and were happy and felt rich with a couple of bob in our pockets
People were kinder and more caring in so many ways
Milk men and paper boys would whistle and sing on their rounds
A night at the pictures was our mad fling
We all had our share of trouble and strife - we just got on and faced it
That's the pattern of life
Now I am alone; I look back through the years;
I don't think of bad times troubles and tears
I only remember the blessings;
Our home; our family; our love;
and know that we shared it together.

Written by Asthore Evangeline Cottington Webb 2002.