By Miriam Erasmus
She sits there knitting
Her nimble hands veined.
Each stitch takes longer
As her eyesight wanes.
A bonnet for the baby,
Or socks for the boys.
She is in her own world
And counting her joys.
Another long journey
As many before.
She doesn’t drive now
It’s not fun any more.
See you at the station,
The family will be there.
Soon there’s a cuppa
In the old rocking chair.
She sits there dreaming
Soothed by the wheels.
No one around her
Knows how she feels.
Leaving the family
Her own little ones
After a visit
To one of her sons.
We hardly notice.
She’s just one of us.
Somebody’s treasure.
The old lady on the bus.
© Miriam Erasmus 2017
Author Bio:
Singer / Songwriter Miriam was born in Lewes, Sussex in 1948, and has a lifetime of making music.
From 1993-7 she was “Miriam Backhouse. The First Lady of Folk”.
She still tours Europe with her own songs and traditional ones.
In 1977 she married John Erasmus and moved to South Africa.
They raised a family as “Mim and John” playing music for all ages, but mostly touring the local Schools from 1987 to 2018.
She wrote 300 Educational songs and poems for children.
Now a journalist, she writes of life in South Africa and her travels.
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