Heartlands People

Joyce Hill The following poem is one that I wrote some time ago to cheer our Mom up, her name is Joyce Hill and she is 77 years old. The Poem is a true reflection of our Mom, these things actually happened, she will have a go at just about anything, even though she suffers with her chest, she won’t give in to it. She is always there for us, she always stood up for us when we were Kids, even when she knew we had done wrong and should have been punished by our Dad, she would take the blame for the ‘broken window or the noise that had woken our dad up when he was on night’s’. She is just the same now with her Grandchildren, they can do no wrong and she won’t have a bad word said about any of them. She loves us all just as we all love her; she is the best ‘Mom’ in Brum. Our Mom Our mom is in her seventies A widowed mother of four She is also a granny to ten kids A great granny and even more Cos she’s started to work for age concern Doing visits, she’ll make em laugh She’s always trying new things And she never does things by half Moms also learning tai chi Last month was yoga’s turn She trapped both feet around her neck Our mom won’t ever learn She was wearing a pair of Lycra pants The type that never run But while trapped in this position They split and bared her bum You’re old our Joyce her friends all say Give in it’s time to stop You’re never too old our mom shouts back I’ll keep going until I drop (Good old mom) ©Eric C Hill