Nothing ventured nothing gained – words her Mother used to say.
She was always quoting proverbs – trotted one out every day.
Words to live by she did call them – some quoted from the good book.
Heaps of bull her daughter thought then, never stopped to take a look
at the meanings hid behind them. Wiser now she finds herself
often quoting quirky sayings – often suffers foot in mouth.
But least said is soonest mended and a watched pot never boils,
at last out of debt and danger after years of work and toil.
New brooms always sweep the cleanest and that’s just because they’re new.
Years long gone are now recalled. So close her final years are too.
Brevity is the soul of wit and less is more or so they say
and when her time comes she’ll leave nature to dispose in nature’s way.
Scatter me into the ocean – Maybe not I cannot swim.
Cast me to the wind that’s blowing – No don’t – flying is not my thing.
Put my ashes ‘neath an Ironbark – let me fertilize the ground.
That’ll do – 'cause when there's trees I know there's always dogs around.
Maureen Clifford © 08/11
