Florence Brice

United Kingdom

I started writing poetry at the ripe age of sixty one although I had from a child always wanted to write a book. I have achieved my dream and written 2 books of poetry. I was lucky in my life to have a wonderful mother and father and childhood. In my Clark family I was lucky in my marriage for 38 years till a female so called friend took my husband away; I am now divorced. My family of pets were a Butch Kate cat, and my tibetian spaniel dogs koko, "Smartie," and Henry. My life line through my trouble a lover of animals, music, flowers, jewelry and small things. And to achieve this had made my day or should I say my life. I loved our street siddo till it was bombed in when it took family and friends away. To God above I say thanks.

My Dad

So special was my dad,
Cheeky, naughty as a lad.
But honest as the day was long.
Kind, gentle and handsome.
No, he wasn't really Clark Gable
Yet, he was so able.
To pick me up and sweetly say
You're my girl I'd hear him say.
Yes, I was his girl
His loving child
Yes I was like him naughty and wild.
But in quiet loving way
I still talk to him in my own way
He listens too
I know he does
Just like he used to do,
To all my troubles and my woe,
And yet he kindly answers me.
And in his own dear gentle voice
I'm still with you my daughter
And I shut my eyes and think
I wish you were my dad.

My Mum

My mum just played the biggest part.
My mum just had the biggest heart
My mum made us toe the line
My mum was gentle and so kind
My mum loved all of us to bits
My mum had us alll three kids
My mum still runs my life
My mum knows when things so wrong
My mum just says carry on
My mum says hold your head up high
My mum says look to the sky
My mum says I will always guide
My mum still does althrough she died.

Ma'am

Oh how the jets arrive
The liners cross the sea
The air is filled with smoke
From cars and trains and folk
All wending to old London town, To see a lady who
does really belong to any Mr and you
Dollars, francs, lire, All pile in to all these many days
just to see the pagentry of a million ways
A day of days a happy day a day just once a year
just one day. That's all it is
Yet marks us very proud
As all these folk shout of and say
A happy birthday ma'am
on your offical birthday
Oh what a crowd she brings
So many you reign. Elizabeth on your throne
May you remain
And as we all salute you
A happy birthday. Ma'am