Here

My mother bore me in Wembley in Kingsbury Maternity

I do not know if I was swapped at birth

My mum and dad from Eastern Europe, Dad from a place where borders switched rapidly

Me a child with a sister, regular life on earth.

Keen at school, I always was a keen learner

Struggled with composition, better at maths

Liked choir, the magic of hymns and sea shanties

Walked 1 mile each morning on the well trod path

From school and then to uni , still a keen learner

Grasping by instinct the wisdom of book and street

My best days a ramble in Edinburgh, another one in Glasgow

An English girl in Scotland expience keen to meet

My Englishness skin deep, I didn't go far on holidays

Voluntary work in Leeds and in Ireland too

I was the stoner bird, hash in my matchbox

Across a well policed border and then my dolly mixture stew

Travelled to peace camps, again always going for it

The Bridewell, Cornton Vale too, I served my time

A few stays in the bin, tripping with out the acid

 helping at the Scottish Poetry Library, the magic of performance rhyme

And now I'm sixty five, a down to earth old lady

Retired cleaner, working in a charity shop

My children fly faster, I sit and leave them to it

Elderly but not yet at full stop

Of what I am capable of, on my lifes little journey

Bunions on my feet but I get my bus pass  free

And my library card too and my gym pass wasn't that dear

And I'll pick up my gmail and brew a cuppa tea!!

true life xxRay