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Criticising
What the Dickens do the BBC
Think they are doing
Putting ‘Martin Chuzzlewit’ on
When we are going to bed?
If I stay up to watch
I fall asleep.
My critical faculties
Unaware of the excellence
Of the production,
The soundness of the celebrities,
To say nothing of the costumes.
(All this I read next day
In the newspaper.)
Stained Glass
The large family always sat in church
Together beneath the commemoration window.
When the sun shines through they glow
As if lit by an inner radiance
Father with the booming voice
Mother with her shiny, swinging hair.
Auntie, frail now, helped to the altar
For communion but she kneels there.
Older daughter and her child
Sometimes when Sunday visiting,
Younger daughter with changing
Procession of friends, male and female.
Morning Service would not be the same
without them.
Betty Gilman
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