Today’spoem

GRANDMOTHER’S CHAIR Grandmother sits in her garden chair And hears every country sound, Children at play in the garden next door, Lawnmowers working around. Traffic non-stop along the main road Only two gardens away, And over it all, the blackbird’s song Singing his praise of the day. Grandmother sits in her corner chair, On her lap a ball of black fur, The little black cat with his half-sized tail Is happy to sit and purr. Grandmother watches the younger ones As they rush around — hither and yon, And thinks, yet again, as she often does Of all the days that are gone. Once it was she who rushed around, Never pausing for rest. Now, Grandmother sits in her corner chair And knows herself truly blessed. Nora Veysey, Tonbridge, Kent.

...andLimerick

The PM has made us a fudge In Brussels — ’cos Juncker won’t budge. But all will be fine If, on March 29, We’re out, and I won’t hold a grudge. W. George Tyson, Crowborough, E. Sussex.