by Lizz Mceneaney

Created on: May 09, 2011

The Full Circle of Life

I was born with no hair,

My toothless grin and blue eyed stare.

Dribble running down my chin,

Ruddy red cheeks and mischief within.

My bright orange bib would catch my food.

I’d scream and yell when I was in a bad mood.

Mum would bathe me every night.

Tender kisses on my forehead when I got a fright.

Daily walks in my three-wheeled pushchair.

Laughter, giggles and love in the air.

Eighty years on and not a single hair,

My gummy grin and long sighted glare.

Spittle sprays from the corners of my cracked, dry lips.

Blue-veined cheeks and artificial hips.

My nursemaid helps me with my broth,

She wipes away the overflowing froth.

There’s no one to give me a kiss,

No hugs, no laughter, no more bliss.

No one told me life went full circle like this. 

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