I get this warm and tingly feeling
When I hear he’s at the door.
It’s a bubbly sweet excitement
That I’ve never felt before.
My face cannot help smiling
And my feet don’t feel the floor,
As I rush along to greet him,
Make him welcome here once more.
I am knitting him a trendy tie
For wearing at the office.
Sometimes I drop a stitch or two.
I hope he will not notice.
Next row round I make a few.
It gives a sudden fullness.
With all the scraps of wool I’ve used
The colours are stupendous.
There’s a sidecar on his motorbike
That just fits my friend and me.
Sometimes he takes us for a ride.
A glorious carefree spree.
Hurtling by at thirty kays,
Oh what bliss, this sense of speed.
I’d like to ride forever then
Just like heaven it would be.
He is always very sweet to me.
Also to my friend, what’s more,
But Dad says I can’t marry him,
This fine man that I adore,
’Cause he is my friend’s father
And I’ve only just turned four.
Hazel Bond was a librarian all her life, except for five years exploring Europe when she did various jobs from waitressing in Guernsey, to teaching English (with a South African accent) in Greece to working on a Kibbutz in Israel. She had stories and humorous articles in magazines and on radio in the good old days. She has written a novel which took her 25 years to complete and which she has no intention of trying to get published. She has self-published Filling The Gap (short stories), Wits End (humorous articles) and The World of Susan Cedarbos (poetry) all of which have sold reasonably well but not made a profit. At the age of 79 she has a regular light-hearted column in a magazine for senior citizens which she does under a pseudonym. Hazel married for the first time at the age of 57 and was widowed at the age of 67. She now lives in a retirement village in Somerset West.