Catterick, Yorkshire, 1955

The main thing now that Yorkshire brought her
Was, to add to her son, a brand new daughter.
I wanted a sister, with hair in plaits
And mum and dad soon saw to that
It took a while to grow the plaits
But we didn't love her less for that.
Sadly she had awful eczema
An insane itch that would afflict her.
She had to have her arms in splints
They suffered sleepless all night stints.
Her arms were fastened by her side
Of course the infant cried and cried.
Her skin was weeping, red and raw
She'd cry and cry and cry some more.
Harder now to be a mother
And all too soon she'd have another.
My first born sister's called Janette
You'll know our tale's not finished yet.
Soon we'll be abroad again
I'll tell you next what happened then.

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