Me/ Now it's your turn

[mothernature]

The girl who went to school with you.
The girl who lived next door.
You know the one; she?s the youngest daughter of four.

Wife to Ste,
Mother of three.

The woman who likes to walk ?that? dog,
That woman who works over there,

Jez to her friends, Gerry to others.
Her who looked after so many kids, for so many mothers.

You know the one I mean,
She laughs out loud, but is shy in a crowd,

Can?t reply with helpful advice, cry?s when she reads some, but mostly smiles,
The one, who lives far away from you, could be miles.

The one whose nearly 40, is she really that old?
The one who thinks she?s still a kid, the one who mentally is,
That woman who wants to be accepted, for who and what she is.

Oh Janstar, that was really good. Very moving
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Janstar that was brilliant - so touching
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Also a big fan of your poem Janstar...lovely

and Angeliz - had a bit of a laugh at your first verse!

Blimey!

Now that's not much of a hollywood acceptance speech, Janstar

Gorgeous poem janstar - glad you're safe these days. Here's my effort:

Born in the States but came here for good
England?s my home, and London?s my ?hood
Younger of two, just me and sis now
Wishing she wasn?t so much of a cow
But in-laws are great and spoil my two cuties ?
My greatest achievements, my splashes of beauty

Ru is my man, he?s always been there
He?s sexy and funny, but losing his hair
I don?t mind, though, he cooks and keeps us in bread
And soon a brand new mouth will have to be fed.

I?m okay at mummying, not brill,
I admit, and some days I end up just feeling like s**t
The laundry?s not done, Theo?s whining and bored
I?m trying to catch up, while Bella?s ignored.

Often it?s good and we all have some fun
We plays trains and go walking in wintery sun
Then I think of how much he watches CBeebies
And my poor heart just sinks under heebees and jeebies.

I still have ambition, would like to work more
But right now I?ll settle for filling the floor
With railways and bridges and jigsaws and clay
Storming the world will wait one more day.

wilbur, lovely last line

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Crying now - you lot are a talented bunch. Will give my poem some thought and maybe post later...

Ohhhhh Stressyhead........

Do that thing, Marthamoo. I am really enjoying these. There is something about formatting it into poetry that gets people talking about deeper issues than the dry reportage of 'I'm Sue, I live in Birmingham, married with two kids and enjoy knitting'

Thanks for starting this off Mothernature.

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The youngest of three
'little pickle' I was called
2 older sisters
who I've always adored.

Dad died much too young
heartattack at 34
Mum stepped up to the plate
we survived but were quite poor.

My mum is the best
a top girl, a great friend
so why the minor stroke
and how will she mend?

I married very young
nice bloke but not to be
tried again 5 years ago
and this time.... Yippee

We have one dear son
oh what joy he brings me
and yes please I would like
a daughter to sit on my other knee.

I love running and the gym
my life is quite full
and I recently discovered
I'm not too bad in the pool.

I've friends, blokes and girls
young, old, rich and poor
but admit it's my hubbie
that I most adore.

My best friend? It's close
between him and my mum
but the person I'd die first for
is really my son.

these are all FANTASTIC! Agree with you Janstar about deeper things coming out because it's a poem! Hope there are lots more to read later

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Could be a new mumsnet book in the making - or at least a brochure. Keep em coming - they're great!

Im young on the outside,
But old in the heart,
Married with a daughter,
Us three will never part.
I have a brother,
A sister too,
One niece age 5,
A niece or nephew now due.
The job I have is the best in the world,
No other job would bring this joy,
So now im able to be a Mummy at home,
We are trying to concieve another girl or boy...

just want to get this back up on the active list so that other mumsnetters can join in...

I'm a mother of 3
A wife to 1,
I'll always want more kids
But Darling says we're done.

I'm the little one to a big sis and a bigger bruv
Who, of course, I absolutley love.
My mum, well she's just the best
And I'm happy to that Darling passed all her tests.

I have nieces and nephews,
And they adore all our boys
But live far away
And can still hear our noise!

My Job, like many on here, is to look after my crowd,
And it's a job that makes me so very proud.

Now Darling, his job is every boys dream,
Their Daddy is a train driver,
Though electric not steam.

It's me and him together....we make the perfect team.

I just need to add some things about Dad.
It was cancer that took him many years ago.
I could cry everyday that the boys didn't meet granddad.

I love this thread, everyone is so good. Wish I had spent more time on mine now rather then 2 minutes on a yellow post it.

Just trying to get this thread higher up in case there are any other poets out there.....

Loved reading your poems,learning all about you,
who knew such a thread would start such a craze,
Twiglett, kayley, beccarollover, Helsbels, linzoid & lillibet, aussiesim, genghis, to name but a few,
Please keep them coming, I'm such a fan.

Ok, I spent ages writing this this morning (the first 'poetry I've written in years) so I'm going to post it anyway...and hope someone else follows suit so mine isn't the last message - I hate it when that happens!

The youngest of 2 girls
And always a misfit
We never got on
Even now, only a bit
My parents were great
Always did their best
I only realised
When I faced my own test
I suffered from depression
Caused them a lot of strife
Lived most of my teenage years
Balanced on a knife
I took everything very seriously
Took it all to heart
Wanted to make the world better
But didn't know where to start
I fought for what mattered
Tried to make it right
I leant my voice to the voiceless
Gave heart and soul to the fight
Into the confusion came sunshine
When my little boy was born
They all thought I was crazy
But priorities were never torn
Outside of wedlock
Outside of relationship, too
Only 18 years old
But it was what I wanted, I knew
Never for a moment I regret
The decisions I made back then
And if I had my time over
I'd make them all over again
Two years later a daughter
Still no relationship to be seen
But I love them to the moon and back
And everything in between
I desperately want more babies
For now it's not to be
I have two little angels
And it's just him and her and me
School was not a happy place
I chose to educate mine myself
Learning and laughter there's lots of
Quality time there's a wealth
Sometimes the world is against us
Questioning all our choices
But I trust enough to follow my heart
And shut out all of the voices
Once life seemed so empty
And suicide beckoned
Now I have the world at my feet
I treasure every second

(Blush) Not very polished, but this is the first time I've ever shown anything I've written to anyone. Please someone post something else so this isn't the last message...

Oops, I hadn't realised how long it is...sorry about that...