Monday, 24 October 2011

The headlines of my life

 
 
Born in davyhume in 74
To Pam and Malcolm a son
To Gary a brother 7 years junior
Home was a flat across from my nan.
 
The memories are sketchy at best
I'd moved from the flat before turning one
Only 100 yards away
And strangely still opposite by nan
 
It was around the age of 18 months
My behviour as a child changed
Sleep was no longer a friend on mine
My parents lives rearranged
 
For the next year or so
I made my mother weep
My mind was engaged with everything
And I ran on just one hours sleep
 
The neighboorhood would help to raise me
mum slept whilst it was light
Aunty Agnes and aunty Anne did the day shift
And then mum stayed up through the night.
 
Doctors tried all medications
I spent time with child psychologists
Efforts mainly were fruitless
Experts became mere apologists
 
One final throw of the dice
Chances of success miniscule
At the age of two they decided
To send me on early to school
 
The idea seemed to work
Through the day my energy abated
Physically worked out
and mentally stimulated
 
Mrs Reagan was my nursery teacher
In all for near three years
We had a great connection
Formed through smiles and tears
 
Pat Reagan to all who know her
Has cared for three generations
Is still teaching at my primary school
The name nursery swapped with foundation
 
I remember primary school fondly
I loved to make friends and to play
I never had feelings of anxiety
I looked forward to school every day
 
I think I remember all of my teachers
Mrs Cornthwaite, Sheila Atkinson
Sheila Woodyatt,  Anne Taylor, Vera Pryce
Mrs Smith, eccentric Mrs Bernard
Ian Royal, Diedri Stubbs, all were nice
 
Mrs Bernard was one in a million
She had these crazy ear rings
A dog called bonnie and drove a tr7
Played piano and funny songs we would sing
 
She read Ogden Nash and Roald Dahl
with so much passion and conviction
She created new realities
Cratfted on carpet with fiction
 
I remember the fire at the scool
Mrs Bernards room was burnt out
A large section of the main school was damaged
My brown pencil case I'd do without
 
I loved the social side of school
I remember all my classmates
I felt closest to simon Whitehead, David Lowe
Namoi Stanway and Sarah Yates
 
TBC 

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