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Poetry : Little Susie

I have been writing poems and short stories for years, some of which I have published independantly. I also blog. Writing is a loved hobby.

The Early Years

Do you remember the very first poem you wrote?

I do. I keep a well-worn notebook of almost all my poetries, except some of the earliest ones. I wrote them by hand back when computers and laptops were virtually non-existent.

I sound positively ancient, don't I?

Nope, I'm not that old. It's just that back then, money was hard to come by, my parents worked hard for a living. We had just enough, though. Besides, everything was rustic and homely then, I never thought to ask for more. I happily wrote on paper using a pen or pencil, whichever was available.

Anyway, back to writing. I remember my first few poems I ever wrote. This one here is the second one I penned, titled Little Susie, inspired by my own life.

Gee I'm nervous to share it, it's so childlike, ho!

Anyway, here we go!


Little Susie

Little Susie, hey Little Susie,

Where are you going this early morn?

I'm going to visit my poor granny;

She's sick in bed where she lies with a moan.

Will she get better, Susie dear,

Will she get better from her fever?

She'll get better, stronger and stronger,

That she won't have to sleep on her bed of heather.

What if she dies, Susie dear,

What if she dies and leave you alone?

Well if she dies then I'll be free,

For I must admit, she's a bossy old crone!

Oh Dear!

In my defence, I was nine when I wrote this and didn't know any better. I thought I was being clever, yikes! Trust me, I got an earful from my older sister, which I rather deserved. But, she also encouraged my passion for writing back then, so the poem stayed as it was.

This poem drew from life experience, yes, but not from my real granny. My real granny is still living, bless her, and a sweet old woman. I wish her more years to come.

Anyway, this poem is very childish and child-like, a product of my childhood years, I think I'll keep it as is.


© 2019 Lynne Samuel

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