Day: February 11, 2016

Get a toy boy

Dear Aggie

My husband said he never wanted to see me again  in May and  a week later he died.I did nurse him at home for ages single handed and got a bit irritable now and then.

Is there a God and does he  give people what they want like that?

Fearfully

Anxious Alice

Dear Alice

Do you really think a journalist can answer your question? If prayer worked  in that simple way we’d be in a different world.You need a theologian or a rabbi or somesuch

Don’t you see that a husband who said that must have been ill already and his death would have come soon anyway.It was merely a symptom of his suffering.We all get a bit irritable when tired so your best course is to be a loving mother to yourself.

Lie in bed reading, Hello.Eat nice food and go out with toy boys.Or stay in with one.You’ll feel quite different after a few weeks like that.Get a cat and  play games.Anything light is good.A light toy boy is always handy.Otherwise , try a stuffed animal to hug.My friend has a big rubber frog! Go for a manicure and have your hair done.Waste money on trivia and  lie on the beach in summer.

Hope you feel better soon

Aggie

 

 

Agony column again

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Dear Aggie Aunt

When I visited my new boyfriend’s home, I found he has eyes in the back of the bed.He said it stops mice or other creatures from mating there but I have my doubts.What do you think? Is he dangerous?

Thanks
Worried lady

Dear Worried
Whatever made you look at the back of his bed? Leave that till he proposes or he might make you hoover the entire room.And if he is is  so new why are you in his bed already?
I suggest that you have a semi-Platonic, more romantic relationship for now and should you eventually marry insist on moving into a brand new home with a new bed.
However, it does seem a bit odd.Where did you meet him?Are you ever subject to hallucinations? Maybe you need to break away before he has arms in the bed and a gun at your head…
Remember that, when older, many ladies are becoming gay these days.Think about it.Do you really prefer a man? How about a rabbit in bed instead plus some companions and friends in the day time.I do and I prefer it this way.Rabbits are easier than men but men do have some advantages if you find a decent one.Let me know!

Take care
Aggie Aunt

As he kept on smiling.

My husband liked being recumbent

He was lazy in all  of his ways.

I never knew he was  dying

As he kept on smiling.

What can I say in his praise?

 

I told him off for keeping me  waiting

Not knowing his heart  had a leak.

In a way I admired him

For keeping cabs  standing

And being reluctant to speak.

 

He rarely addressed these  cab drivers

But blessed them each with his gaze.

He sat  with composure

And little disclosure…

Though sometimes  his guns were ablaze.

 

When the drivers were told he had passed,

Some wept and my hands they each grasped.

Oh, my dear lady

We were all ready

To drive you to Hampstead quite fast.

 

The compassion from the  humble and lowly

The love from the poor and the weak

What can I say  for

We miss  all his  labours

If only we could at least hear him speak.

 

I held his left  hand for an hour

I held it again for much more.

I felt a stiff tendon

Which refused any bending

And massaged it as I sat  on the floor.

 

 

He never  repeated me he loved me,

Nor how I should live when he’d gone.

I suppose by that  time

He believed all was kind.

And his earthly endeavors were done.

 

It seems like a dream, a performance…

And I keep thinking life will resume.

I see no apparitions

Have  no  new intuitions

This is my life,I presume.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Recumbent

I was lying recumbent in bed

When the older incumbent  fled.

He said,I’m a virgin

So lay off your urgin’.

And he buttered my plateful of bread.

 

I said,please  will you make me some tea

Unless  over-weary you be.

Alright,my bubbala,

He sang tra la la la.

I wish we were down by the sea.

 

Oy vey , Oy vey,I  am sad.

For humans seem to be very bad.

Original sinners

There ain’t any winners.

My analyst has been driven quite mad.

 

 

 

 

New light will shine for me

My present  mind is like a magnet.It attracts those small

yet potent words

that fit its present thoughts,

creates a replica

of wounds afresh.

If, like a welcome sun,

new light will shine for me,

reveals,

transforms.

I’ll then

perceive

those frozen narratives of loss

as only part of me,

New words,

New sentences.

New narratives,

New stories made from generous recognition grow,

if what’s perceived is held,

like iron in the fire,

till transformation comes.

Burned into being by this blazing,

Transmuted, changed.

New conceptions

linked to draw, as from a different view. point.

Then, recognised, by heart and soul,

They shall combine to makes a larger whole.

OSCAR THE CAT

When Oscar sits on the window sill
And sees someone within,
His mouth opens wide in soundless cry
He gives us his cat grin.

Oscar rubs around my legs.
He’s such a friendly soul.
He next rolls round upon his back,
He waves his long striped tail.

But after Oscar’s greetings done
He goes to do his rounds
He sets off  from the white back door
To the long thin garden’s end.

Every inch of soil and plant
Is subject to his nose.
The garden looks the same to us,
But he can sense much more.

I wish that Oscar cat could speak
And tell us what he’s found.
Ten thousand spiders weaving webs,
A slow worm on the ground.

A million ants climb up the rowan,
I sometimes watch them too,
I see the wasps and honey bees
In this small rural zoo.

The hedge hogs have long been gone
But we have diverse birds
Oscar sits on our tall stool and watches them for hours,