Jessie

Moortown , Leeds , UK

I was born in Leeds in 1910. I am 86 years old, have 4 grandchildren and 6 great grandchildren. My husband and I just celebrated our Diamond wedding anniversary last June. We have been married for 62 years (we were married in 1935). My daughter, 4 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren are all in Canada as my son-in-law emmigrated about 30 years ago. My philosophical statement: I like being a woman and I can't understand women wanting to compete with men in business, etc. Although we didn't have much chance when I was younger, owing to the war, my ambition was to have a well-run, happy household with children chasing butterflies in the sun. I was a 'head in the clouds' dreamer, but I know that is not possible for everyone in this imperfect world, with unemployment, etc. It seems men don't get much chance to be the real he-man bread winner, which we all admire and women using their skills and energy to make a happy home. I also write under the pen name, "Jessica."


The New World

Cheer up things soon will be much brighter, the skies above move blue.
You'll find the ones who love you and you'll find you love then, too.
Then things will run move smoothly, like a peaceful flowing stream.
And you'll have lots of children, lovely as a dream.
For we know the Psalms are no fable,
and they tell us, we shall have children like olive plants round the table.
You and I know why dear, they'll never need to fear
they'll run and play by the silvery stream with nothing harmful near.
They''' play with Lions & Lambs and things and a beautiful turtle dove,
with a lovely new world beneath their feet, and a happy new heavens above.
So if we strive on and with Gods help endure,
the trials from this old world which soon will be no more,
then this world has never seen or heard,
the things God has promised through his word,
for those who seek him and they'll have no sorrow,
only the joys of a glad tomorrow.
This is no pipe dream out of the blue,
Gods word told them, Write! these words, are faithful and true.
So lets forget the old world and work for the one thats good,
then our hearts will over flow with thanks, for blessings from Gods love.

The Squirrel

As I walked to the shops one day,
I met a squirrel on the way,
He hurried straight across the road,
and up a tree to his abode.
Then back he came, stopped at the curb,
Looked right and left I think he's heard.
Your curb drill lesson, cos' I'm sure,
he was peeping round your classroom door.
This tale is true I'm telling you
and if you'll come and walk with me,
I'll show you the squirrel in the tree.

The Dawn of Spring

When the joys of winter were wearing thin.
Suddenly, today its spring.
All warm and golden and happy and gay.
And the lambs were born as
we walked on the way.
One of them followed us.
Where is your mother.
Haven't you got a sister or brother,
Here comes the shepherd boy
To take you away
Little lost lamb its the end of
our play
Wish we could take you home
with us at the end of our lovely day.


All poems Copyright © 1997 Jessie. All rights reserved.