Our truth about love

Last week at Newholme, Walton and Cavendish hospitals, we belatedly discussed Valentine’s Day. But it’s never too late to talk about love.┬áLove can be a tricky subject for older patients, who may have suffered bereavement. But for some people, it’s a chance to revive cherished memories of a life-long partner.

Some patients have partners who lovingly visit them, and sending and receiving Valentine’s cards is really important in keeping the love alive, despite difficult times. These poems represent romantic stories and recollections of younger days. I hope you enjoy them.

older love

The beauty of loving someone for life.

Our Truth About Love

He was in the army. He had curly hair.
They sent him to Christmas Island,
And when I came home from work,
There would be piles of letters from far away.

A few weeks later, I came home, and there he was.
Sitting with my parents,
And he’d already asked my dad for my hand.
Dad told him to look after me.
And he did. For over fifty years…

Getting ready for a date,
Running towards him in high heels.
Best dress on and red lippy,
To Dronfield Picture Palace.

Love means kindness and gentleness,
When you’d do anything for someone.
Love and kindness lead the way.
Families are loving and giving.
Sending and text message every day,
Even though they’re far away.
A phone call – coming to see me.

Love means a lot.


I can’t tell you anything about love

I can’t tell you anything about love,
All different kinds of love,
Family and friends.
It’s the same as it always is, being at home.

Having your family around you,
Home means love.

I knew that she was the one,
And we’re still in love,
Still giving each other cards.

But I’d prefer a cake,
Or some chocolates…
I love you and I see you.
You’re lovely!

Some Enchanted Evening,
And romance lingers in the air.


A long time ago

It was donkey’s years ago.
Was it true love at first sight or on the rebound?

We were too close to send love letters.
Working together at Masson Mill.
You got used to the noise.
We didn’t make a big fuss on Valentine’s Day
– Rock ‘n’ Roll dancing in a suit and tie,
And I got married in my winklepickers.

A long time ago,
I went to dances in Edale.
I’ve always liked dancing.
Waltz and quickstep
Foxtrot and tango
Military two-step and barn dances.
I loved them all.

Wedding Memories

A 1950s Wedding

A 1950s Wedding

This week, we’ve been looking at weddings, and we’ve come up with some great poems and little snippets. We enjoyed talking about wedding photos through the decades, from 1940s wedding dresses made from parachute silk, to crocheted fashion disasters in the 70s and white meringues in the 80s.

We talked about old traditions, such as inviting a chimney sweep to the wedding for good luck, and the bride wearing a silver sixpence in her shoe.

The Wedding

The banns are read in church
The chimney sweep is called
Three tiers of cake are iced
The aisles are filled with flowers.

The bride excitedly prepares:
Her mum’s old veil,
Her brand-new wedding dress and shoes
A necklace borrowed from her sister
A hidden garter gives her the blues
And an old silver sixpence,
Hidden under the sole of her left foot.

The groom has drunk his last few pints,
With his mates, as a single man.
Feeling nervous, and hoping
That the Best Man remembers the rings.

The relatives come from far and wide
The groom at the altar, hoping she’ll arrive.
She comes down the aisle with her father at her side.
Relief as they both say “I do”!


Love is something you deserve
Something that you earn
And something you keep forever


The guests pinned paper money
To my dress: navy and white
With matching shoes and hat…
And an absolutely gorgeous husband!


When we met, I put my arms right round her shoulders
She was one hell of a girl!
But my wedding didn’t last long.
I was always in the pub!