Me, as I see myself
My growing years were spent without the stress
of modern life that children have to face.
My Mum was strict; a blade of grass, no less,
was what she used to keep us kids in place.
Two brothers always led the way for fun,
though we were home before street lights came on.
No fear in me but always on the run.
Before too long those carefree days were gone.
Of course, I grew and toys were laid aside
to make my way in life and work to start.
I've many friends, in whom I take great pride
and feel much love for them within my heart.
I wed my Bob and children four we reared
to bless our union: two girls, two boys.
Too soon the years flew past; good times we shared
and, as they grew, they left our nest with poise.
And, now retired, grandchildren we enjoy.
Too soon they too grew up and found their place.
Our Jason made us great-grand’s with two boys -
our pride and joy - their young lives we embrace.
One Son we lost last year, has left a hole
quite empty that will never fill again.
A good, keen man who had a kindly soul;
always around, his friends all share our pain.
Oh boy! So now you know what makes me tick;
I find it hard to write about myself.
Our pathways in this life, I know we pick
and, which we choose, affects more than oneself.
I like to laugh and share a joke or two.
I’m not a prude like some folks think I am.
What good is life without a joke from Hugh?
Angelica is neither nun nor ham!
Joan Benecke Feb 9th 2007
Author notes
This is my fourth attempt to write about myself, the last three I scrapped. I want to explain that I had two brothers but now only have one, as my younger Brother died aged 47. I have the best Brother in the world who is the leader of our clan and who everyone looks to when in need of help.
A ham is when somone is hamming it up-joking around. 
In a list
A contest entry
- The "This is Sir Ima's contest for the Hugh Wyles Favorites group only" contest by huguenauties.
662 points, ended February 11, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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WOW !
This is really good Joan. It is hard to write about yourself isn't it? I have just put one in a contest, and I found it hard to write about me in 30 lines or less. Well done on this one
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Thankyou my sweet friend. Yes it is very hard to write about oneself.
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Congratulations!
Congratulations on winning the Emerald trophy, Joan!
Love,
♥ Maureen
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Well, here I was thinking my dad was cruel;
"though we were home before street lights came on."
and if we weren't, he'd flick the porch light on and off so other kids who were not under the same rule would tell us it was time to go home. LOL
We have so much in common Joan, that is my delight in us being sister-friends. The "two girls, two boys", and so much more. I already knew this of you and not to worry about age, it is a blessing and you wear it exceedingly well. I love you and am glad as all get out to call you my Aussie sister. Excellent rhyme, flow, and content. This is truly YOU! I wish you the best in the challenge!
Always & Forever ♥
Renee
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Dear Renee,
Our lives are a linked together in so many ways my dear Sister/friend and I thank God for bringing us together once more. Thankyou for the wonderful comment.
Love you too
Always and forever.
Joan
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I know how hard it is to write about oneself. I have spent a year on jsut that exercise and still, I edit and carefully watch each word I use in my book to make sure I have not said too much, too little, or sounded to full of myself. My book is called "Shhhhhh: A Creation Story." If I do not hurry I am going to have to add another "H"
I know you to be a gentle soul.....that's mys tory of you and I am sticking to it!
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Dear Carol, it's very hard writing about oneself.
I'm glad Ima and Yem picked this subject as it has given us the oppertunity to get to know each other.
Thank you for the lovely comment.
Love Joan
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Dear AJ,
We've often spoken of your chilhood days and the antics you and your Brothers got up to.
The one I love is the one where you were naughty and you ran down the back lane and your Mum would yell out "catch her John!" and he never did, did he?
that cracks me up everytime
Great poem that reveals a lot about yourself.
Love Jen.
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Dear Jen, yes you and I have spent many nights reminiscing about the antics I got up to as a child growing up in the 30's and 40's.
Love AJ
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Some think you are a prude? I never have...just the opposite.
What exactly did mom do with the blade of grass? I'm almost afraid to ask?
Memories usually of our youth usually make pretty good reading because I think the writer lets down their guard long enough to show the nostalgia and fondless of that time. I guess we forget who we are and mingle in who we were....makes for less affected poetry I'm guessing.
It's not only a lovely poem of your life, but a kind testamonial to those you love.
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Dear Yem, my Mum used to find a long blade of grass and hit us on the back of the legs, WE thought it hurt, after that she only had to threaten us with it. My Mum used to use physcology on the three of us, it worked every time. I always thought she had eyes in the back of her head coz she always knew what we were doing. But then I grew up and had children and used to say the same thing, but a blade of grass didn't work on my kids.
Thanks Yem.
Joan
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Love it!
Dear Joan,
You've described a wonderful woman with a well-rounded life, many friends and a lovely family, a great role-model that I admire and love. You're beautiful inside and out. You exude warmth and charm in everything you write. You have a great sense of humor and I feel lucky to know you.
Love and hugs,
♥ Maureen
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Sweet Maureen, thank you my soul/sister for your wonderful comment.
I too am blessed to have found you my friend.
Love Joan
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It looks like you live a full and nice life, Joan. You've filled us in quite nicely with this fine poem. I know how hard it is to write about yourself, I keep trying and it comes out like your first three attempts.. in the trash can. But your attempts have finally made headway with this delightful recounting of your life
Good luck in the contest
love and
Dee
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Dear Dee, my life has been full, even though rocky at times I wouldn't have it any other way.
Love Joan
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This is wonderful, Joan, and so are you. Your life is full of love and you cherish so many, you inspire everyone. This rhyming is excellent, it is a pleasure to read. Best of luck!
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Thankyou sweetpea for your lovely comment.
Love Joan
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Thank You
Thank you for sharing yourself with us all. It is hard to write about yourself...I haven't even begun to think about writing about myself....
Yvonne
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Dear Yvonne,
Yes, I found it very hard writing about myself, but I got there and you too will one day my friend. Thank you for your lovely comment.
Love Joan
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Dearest Bea,
I know you like a funny joke;
your sense of humour's really keen
and yet, with all the fun we poke,
we keep our conversations clean.
What you have done, with style and skill,
describes your life with accuracy
and, when you take your BP pill,
I know, sometimes, you'll think of me!
I LOVE your poem. It's a cracker!!
Good luck in the contest.
Love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
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Thankyou Hugh,
You are my inspiration and my mentor, it's through your guidance and encouragement that I am where I am today on AP.
HAHA I love what you wrote about the BP pill.
Thankyou for your wonderful comment and your support.
Love Bea
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