Everyday Poetry

I've always been better at French in my head - I can make a good stab at understanding it, and can form a coherent conversation right up until the time it comes to actually open my mouth.  At this point all communication seems to break down.  This hasn't been helped by the attitude of certain individuals I've met on my travels!  Je voudrais des timbres, s'il vous plait My hesitant French teeters on high heels Into a sudden lull at the post office.  "Quoi?" shrugs itself out of the bored cashier, Reluctant to keep my words company.  I repeat the phrase, with even less confidence, And it ricks its ankle in shame.  "Pour Angletterre?" I take a small step forward, Panicked at the distance opening up between us.  "Oh, English! Tenez." And just like that,  Without any need to click my heels, I vanish.  © Copyright 2026. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved

I love the peace and quiet of a relaxing holiday, but always miss my grandchildren. Having said that, they take a bit of getting used to when I get back!  What are you doing, Granny?  Just let me sit for five minutes to do this sudoku!  I'm taking time out from the noise, the chaos Of much loved grandchildren. The same grandchildren, that for four straight weeks I've thought about fondly, bragged about, Bought puffin-patterned socks for, Picked special stones up off the ground for, Was so pleased to see, a few short hours ago.  Just give me space To fill in nine-numbered boxes, Restore order to my thoughts, And I'll be back - with a smile And a hug all round.  © Copyright 2026. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved