More of Me Pammitry
 
With gratitude to a brilliant artist


 
Embarking on my sixth decade, I'm doubting who I am;
So lately I’ve been listening to broadcasts made by Pam,
Who’s absolutely charmed me – such prolonged, good-humoured deftness,
Non-partisan (though with a tang of sane, old-fashioned Leftness),
So shrewd and so unspiteful, always nudging, never scolding,
And rocking the fourteener, which I’d thought was gone with Golding.
Pam brings back memories of times I wasn’t even born at:
I’ll bet she’s got an aspidistra, one her husband’s sworn at;
Her father served in World War II – admit you somehow knew it;
And when she smiles at something, you can feel she’s smiling through it.
We needed cheering then, and troubles still continue piling;
Those were the days, and so are these – let someone keep us smiling:
Though Oxfordshire and Lancashire are very different bases,
There’s kinship in those happy gifts of Ayres’s and of Gracie’s.

Julia Griffin

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