WHAT TUESDAY MEANS TO ME:
As this poem I do write,
I should have been boaring a plane.
Taking me across the sea,
To arrive in Sunny Spain.
I was to visit my son
Who resides in that country.
But last Friday he dropped a bombshell,
And this is what he said to me.
"Until your medication is sorted,
Both Kelly and I agree.
That it's best you remain at home,
Because of your Epilepsy."
With bags almost packed,
And passprt and plane tickets secure.
I felt if my world had fallen aprt,
Feeling somewhat sore.
I know he was talking common sense,
But all the same nevertheless.
Once again I feel let down,
My plans all in a mess.
I will today carry on,
With my life, head held up high,
But feel a hint of sadness,
As the plnes fly in the sky.
I hope your Tuesday will be happy,
With the plans that you have made.
I may feel sad at times,
That my holiday has been delayed.
Copyright Yvonne Lewis 24/05/2016:.