An Ode To Lynette

Here is a poem, which helps you to understand a little more about me, hope you like it!

AN ODE TO LYNETTE

There was a young girl called Lynette

Who heard about a mountain goat named Blanchette.

She decided to change her name to Lynne,

Largely because she wanted to fit in.

After a while Lynne began to feel sad,

Because her husband started to make her feel mad.

Sometimes she was up and sometimes she was down,

Lynne came across as always wearing a frown.

She began her life optimistic, like a fairy godmother,

But over time became wretched, like the ugly stepmother.

Lynne felt so disparaged, without a glimmer of hope.

Without hope, all was darkness, no joy, no scope.

Looking for and giving love, yet living in fear,

So tired, depressed; no hope was near.

Yet she never really gave up, her spirit regained its fire.

Lynne became stronger, resourceful, inspired to move, with desire.

Start a new life with her five children and move on,

On to new pastures, new adventures of her own.

Release the old and put it aside,

Go where she need not live in fear nor hide.

And so it was a new beginning, a new start,

Not easy, but different, with a broken heart.

Over time Lynne grew strong, independent and bright,

Learning many thinks, feeling fluffy and light.

Yoga, Tai Chi, Astrology, Theosophy, painting and sculpture,

A secretary, kids, dogs, rabbits and walking with rapture.

Lynne still felt angry, resentful and depressed,

At least it was her choice now whether to feel repressed.

More new – she now went out meditating and chanting,

The singing and meditation filler her life, was amazing.

Then she went to the Back to Dandenong Town Hall dance,

Where Lynne met her husband John perchance.

Though they remembered each other, it was love at first sight.

He followed her around with mini dim sims, as if it was his right.

Commitment meant things were not always rosy,

Lynne committed to John, they were married, pink posy.

The commitment was scary,

Past experiences made it feel quite hairy.

Still she did not give up, neither did he,

Both as stubborn as they could be.

Well.  Along came Michael and Linda King,

Can you imagine for Lynne what that could bring?

There was light at the end of the tunnel,

Some purpose and plan, for her it would funnel.

A new commitment, which was easy, quite easy,

She now knew what was up, what was down, easy peasy.

Seven years later came a revelation.

Change her name back – what a new situation.

Replace the old, bring in the new, which before ‘Lynne’ was the old too.

Lynette, what a turn about, so goodbye to Lynne and hoo roo.

Now things were flowing, she felt uplifted and grateful,

Her demeanour was far from hateful and her resolve was unshakable.

Today the flow and story continues along,

Lynette feels she can do anything, except sing a song.

There is still a ways to go,

“That’s life” her mentor says, “Make it up as you go”.

And thank you dear audience for your participation,

It has been my utmost pleasure to share with much anticipation.

I remain true and benevolent, humble I reckon and heaven sent.

Love and kisses, Lynette Mitchell, your servant.

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