Mrs. Patricia Dawson Grimsby, N.E. Lincolnshire, UK

I come from a family of 10. I was born on 30th December, 1948. I was 2 months premature, weighing 21/2 - 3 pounds. I was educated at Nunsthorpe Infant and Junior School. I went on to Chelmsford Secondary Modern Girls School. I like needlework, art and English. My father went to sea. I started writing poetry when my Mother died. I have a poem about my Mother printed in the book Voices in the Wind. I recently visited America at the 3 day convention for poets. I met some nice people. I received a Bronze Medallion and plaque. It was an unforgettable experience.

A Tribute to Princess Diana Princess of Wales First she was a young woman in love And next a woman and wife Bringing some sparkle into everyone's life She became a mother just full of love This kind of love is beyond compare Unique to her, love for her first son Posing for photos in the daylight sun Her second son was loved as much as the first She radiated happiness toward them both Giving them encouragement and lots of hugs She understood what they needed most She was full of love and fun with them As a caring mother, friend and host They will have to cling to the memories of her With mixed feelings, smiles and tears What a tragedy from us she's been taken away Her love for life and beauty we will not experience another day Yes she was devoted and sparkled like a star Now we can only look upward in the sky And see her as the brightest star from afar She had immense feeling and understanding For those suffering ill health and loss of limbs She will be greatly missed and our hearts go out to her sons Who have lost their great treasure of a friend and a Mum Please God give them your comfort and strength to carry on. I salute her and feel emptiness and shock now she has gone.

A Fisherman's Memories There they were the trawlers of Grimsby In Fifties and Sixties and well before Boats nearly sinking with their catch Of haddock and cod fresh and raw The men gutting them knee high from the floor All the fish wriggling and smelling The fishermen stood hours in their wellys The fish being put down in the hold Covered over with lots of ice The skipper yelling and you couldn't have A smoke or even think twice About the ship rocking and rolling and the waves of the sea Galley boy down below trying to cook and make a mug of tea I can't wait to get ashore I've just received a telegram The wifes had our first baby and yes it's a boy

All poems Copyright © 1997 Mrs. Patricia Dawson. All rights reserved.