We sat down to Christmas dinner,
The four of us.
Our daughter,
Her daughter,
And her daughters friend,
With my loved one there in our thoughts.
We feasted on turkey
And the usual vegetables,
Yes the brussels were there again!
The meal went down well
And we retired to the lounge.
We sat around chatting and laughing,
Enjoying each other’s company.
I wondered into the kitchen,
A cup of tea was needed.
I boiled the kettle,
Put the tea in the pot.
Proper tea,
Not that bagged rubbish!
The boiled water went in
And left for two minutes,
Milk went into the cups.
The tea was poured,
Poured through a strainer
Into the cups,
All was ready.
I carried the tea into the lounge
And I saw it,
I saw that Christmas was over!
All three ladies were sitting there,
Sitting on the sofa,
Tapping away,
Yes tapping away on their ‘phones.
Yes, Christmas was over!
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Is life now run by mobile 'phones, every aspect of life?
- Category: Reflection
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Doh! Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh UNCLE ANDY ~ The Fobile Moan of the Mobile Phone ! I dont have one & never will ! They are 1000% intrusive & and intrusive ! I insist on them being turned off in my classes ! ANGELA (being XX chromosomewise) of course thinks it is as essential as Her HEART ! She is never without it and even takes it to BED ! I have resolved not to let my (unborn as yet) Children have a MOBILE PHONE until they are 18 ~ and can UNTHINK for themselves ! Like ITV & BBC Radio 1 ~ they are a *BRIDGE to FAR* ! Thanks for DOLLY always SASSY best Female Pop / Country Artiste of the 20th Century !
Blessing & Peace for YOU & YOURS & YOUR Beloved JOYCE
Love BRIAN & ANGELA 💚🧡💚🧡💚
Thanks A and B, I do have mobile but only use it responsibly and it never comes to bed with me.
Andy
well andy it`s kinda sad
but a great visit i`m sure
i guess we get older and christmas changes a lot
Yes it was a great day being with them.
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