A Poem

My story about an unexpected friendship (that suddenly just popped into my mind one day):

'When a Punk meets a Woman'

The punk was as drunk as a skunk.

Feeling dizzy, helpless and sore,

He decided to knock on the next door.

An old woman came out,

Not knowing what this was about.

Seeing the punk, she expected the worst.

What should she do? Inwardly, she cursed.

But she smiled at him with a toothless grin:

'What can I do for you? What's that on your chin?'

The boy with the wild hair exclaimed in despair:

'I ran out of money and had a fight with my honey.

Then the owner of the bar, puffing a stinky big cigar,

Told me to get lost, but not without cost.'

'The guy was as big as a boulder

And grabbed me by my shoulder.

He pushed me to the door

With the strength of a boar.

When I looked back at my girl,

He viciously tore at my curl.

He even ripped out some hairs,

And then I fell down the stairs.'

'Oh boy!' said the woman, no longer afraid.

'You are bleeding badly; you need some first aid.'

She took his hand and let him in,

As if he was her next of kin.

Again, she smiled her toothless grin

And carefully cleaned the wound on his chin.

He awfully stank of beer,

But he seemed to be dear.

He looked like a sad little boy

Who had lost his favourite toy.

'My name is Wendy.'

'And mine is Sandy.'

Their eyes met and held,

A sudden warm feeling they felt.

From now on she treated him like a grandson,

And both of them had a lot of fun.

The young punk often drove her to the local store,

And the old woman was not lonely and bitter any more.

NOTE BY MARION:

I have no idea why that 'poem' came into my mind. But later, I became a volunteer in a nursing home; and for several years I often took my lovely dog along on my visits. I will never forget the joy of so many residents when they got to cuddle up with my cute border-collie!

And this real-life experience inspired me to include the fictional dog called Nellie in my novel Bra over Jumper – My Mum has Alzheimer’s.