A World of Her Own

I rediscovered a poem I did in Spring 2009, concerning a smashing little lady with Down's Syndrome who used to pop into my local pub every other week with her friends and carers. I was tempted to edit, but decided against.


A World of Her Own


The little lass with the sparkly mind
Plays the flashing fruit machine
That grins in the dark bar corner;
A winning fanfare bleeps and blasts
A grudging triumph of the reels.

The knowing smartly step aside,
Smile at the innocent abandon,
Guard hard earned golden pints
Gainst flailing limbs of joy.

She celebrates and shrieks,
Then skips back to the task,
Feeding all the coins back in
One by one by one
And another and another
And again
Until they're gone.

Grinning at wise advice
She says "Oh well!",
Smiles like the world were won twice over,
Waves and says "Goodbye!
See you next week!"

And leaves,
Happy as a sandgirl.


FIL  08/04/09