At sixty five I had not met
The cyberspace, the internet
My OH bought a home PC
Said we’d both use it, him & me.
Firstly I was scared to try
Touching it, I don’t know why
Then one day on the BBC
Springwatch they said had boards for free
And put a link to find the site
I was addicted from that night.
From being far to scared to try
I now across the net can fly.
This is so good Tiffany! 
Very good Tiff, well done…
brilliant Tiff, love it! xx
Thank you all, wrote that this afternoon. Hadn’t written a poem for months. 
nice one cyril!
Beautiful words, Cinders.
I’m a sucker for anything gentle like that.
me too
Forget Me Nots
The clock stood on the mantelpiece
Where it had always chimed
But the batteries had long since wilted
Stopped in between the time
Canary lay on sandpaper floor
No water or no seed
There was an air of quiet neglect
It had missed its final feed
No newspapers in the hallway
She must have cancelled these
As her world closed in to no more din
Of tradesmen she had no need
Some ashes in the fireplace
White and cold and grey
The poker lay across the fender
Left to poke another day
We’d found her resting on her arm
Sat at velvet tabled cloth
Her hankie tucked within her sleeve
A vase of ‘forget me nots’
No letter, explanation
Of these final lonely hours
As she sat and waited for the call
Of heavenly chorused choirs
We all had been too busy
Said we’d call another day
She seemed to manage fine alone
And so we did not stay
Something about that final hour
That beholds us all to chose
To take our final farewell calls
And not to miss the cues
© gumbud 2022
@gumbud , really good gummy, you have excelled yourself !!
Very, what’s the word, poignant ?
Brought a tear to me eye it did 
BTW,. is that a copyright l spotted ?
Good on yer !
I thenk you dear sir I thenk you!!
That is really moving, Gummy, well done. I gave my canary a big hug after reading that! 
A Lonely Valentine
I used to visit once a week
From “community friends who care”
they said that her need for love
was as longing as her stare
so I just sand and chatted
as she looked through wooded gloom
she seemed to be oblivious
of the din around her room
I told her of my childhood
my loves and lost ones too
what the world was up to
and how the years just flew
then one week out of the blue
I mentioned Valentine
Said ‘I wonder how I’ll do this year’?
just to pass the time
the muscles in her cheeks grew taut
and her eyes closed narrower still
“I’ve never had a valentine-
And guess I never will”
the words hung in the moment
and the silence deafened me
I think I fumbled some response
and took my leave to flee
I thought about those words all night
they burrowed in my head
a lost soul had just cried out
and all I’d done was fled
my visits ceased for several weeks
as I went about my life
and then one frosty snow clad day
I returned, my step was light
as I entered through the hall that day
I was called aside to hear
‘your lady passed away last night -
no pain - no longer cared’
I walked across to where she’d sat
a card lay on the ground
I picked it up and read the verse
it spoke of loves lost and found
but underneath in shaky hand
a message had been left
you always were my valentine
and always were the best!
© gumbud 2022
That’s so touching Gumbud, well done… 
thank you much appreciated
Infatuation
I can’t believe I was taken in
By all those flirty games we’d played.
I thought he’d meant the things he’d said,
His feelings genuine and displayed.
I craved his company every day,
When he’d not arrive I was heart sore,
Then he’d be there and with spirit high,
I’d joyously greet him at the door.
Sometimes he took me out to dine,
Or to a show, bought me gifts gallore
And said he loved me, seeming sincere,
But as time passed by, I learnt the score.
The fateful last time he went back to sea,
As I saw him off on the train that day,
“It is all over!” He said to me,
I cried as he turned and walked away.
Seven years pinned on hopes and dreams,
Now was the time to start a new life,
So hard at first, but I found the strength,
When a kinder man came, I became his wife.
I still do wonder about my first love,
Where is he, what is he doing now?
How has he aged? He is older than me.
But never look back should be my vow.
Tiff.
London…Not For Me.
The nightlife and the sights
Of London were so fine
When I lived in that City
I knew the World was mine.
But that was many years ago
I prefer where I am now
No traffic noise, no crowded streets
No going back I’d vow.
I did go back for a few days
Of break from countryside
But everywhere was strange to me
Nothing I recognised.
That City now is not for me
A Country girl am I
Though yes, I miss the Theatre shows
And the old river Thames flowing by.
Tiff.
Age Gap
My Daughter then aged twenty three
Was far, far more grown up than me
Then at her age of thirtyfour
She said I have regressed some more
Because I was buying cuddly toys
And children’s films plus other joys
Now I have discovered the internet
The 21st Century I have met.
She thought I’d never reach the stage
Of copy, paste and post on page
Or type a message, send a link
She thought me far too old I think.
She says I’m mad to spend my day
On Facebook chattering away
To people I don’t even know
May never meet, but even so
I now spend hours on my P.C.
On forums that I’ve joined for free
Discovered, I have, a whole new World
The cyberspace, is now unfurled.
Tiff.
