Poetic Lines

England / Ethiopia, 1998

England, 1998.
Thank you, Mummy, for my Barbie.
Thank you for the turkey on my plate.

Ethiopia, 1998.
Thank you, Mummy, for my cuddles.
Thank you for the rice I ate.

Life's a Beach

Seagulls singing.
Sun shining.
People smiling.

Sea shimmering.
Dogs barking.
Sandcastles building.

Tide bulldozing.
Children crying.
Mothers comforting.

Ice lollies melting.
Lovers laughing.
Topless bathing.

Husbands staring.
Wives moaning.
Couples arguing.

Goodbye

It takes a minute to say I love you,
with a missed beat and blink of an eye.
There’s a lifetime of unhappiness
until the courage to say goodbye.

Sorrow fills this heart with guilt,
no words left to express truth.
Pretence of unity and contentment,
like Santa or fairy with tooth.

Started with love and feelings of warmth,
slowly chiselled, emotions exposed deep.
No longer able to stand in this relationship,
desperate to escape from miserable heat.

Pretence is a heavy load to bear,
guilt of no action eats away fast,
true feelings buried beneath strained patience,
honesty considered last.

Absence

Cold invades my very soul.
Only imprints of memories exist.
Each absent day ends up dull,
emotions experienced, unwitnessed.

My mind wanders any event or place.
I close my eyes and dream of us.
I call upon your familiar face.
So much passion. So much lust.

Tears express the loneliness.
Thoughts are images, warm and secure.
My body craving for your caress.
My heart exposed as an open door.

Goodbye Nan

Your voice now a warm breeze.
Your touch the sun’s warm ray.
Your smile white blossom on a tree.
Your laughter, a happy child at play.

Your spirit will live through these.
Until we reunite one day.
May an angel take you by the hand.
And guide you on your way.

Scales

I sit and watch him asleep in that chair,
Realisation hits that life is so unfair.

He changes almost daily,
nothing stays the same.

Once was love and happiness,
now scales sit unbalanced by pain.

How Much Mumma Loves You

How shall I tell you how much it is I love?
No words or figures I find are big enough.

It’s bigger than a mountain,
goes deeper than the sea.
It’s longer than a river,
goes further than you see.

It is faster than the space
which holds up all the stars.
It’s longer than the longest road
that helps along the cars.

It’s warmer than the sun
that shines up in the sky.
It’s taller than a snow-topped mountain
standing on tiptoe high.

Morning Mayhem

Get out of bed now.
Come and eat your breakfast.
Hurry up in the bathroom.
Why are you always last?

Have you brushed your teeth yet?
Have you done a wee?
How many times do I have to tell you?
I'm going to count to three!

Will you put your shoes on?
I don’t know where you put them.
Why is that clean shirt dirty?
Is that felt-tip pen?!!

Will you walk a bit quicker?
Stop running and walk with me.
Look where you’re going.
You nearly walked in to a tree.

That’s the bell I heard then.
Now get inside that gate.
If it wasn’t for you,
we wouldn’t be this late.

Give your mum a kiss.
Don’t be shy, a hug or two.
Stop those silly faces,
for Mummy still loves you.

Darkness

Darkness is my friend.
He hides away the tears.
He listens to my crying.
He listens to my fears.

Darkness is my friend.
He hides sadness from my eyes.
He doesn’t reject me.
He doesn’t tell me lies.

Darkness is my friend.
He doesn’t mock my pain.
He doesn’t ignore my feelings.
He has nothing from me to gain.

Darkness is my friend.

He His

He doesn’t understand me.
It’s hard to ask him why.
Loneliness is so very hard.
My tears are left to dry.

He doesn’t hold me in his arms.
This distance is so great.
His thoughts no longer join with mine.
We’ve started to separate.

Changes can’t be coped with.
Suddenly I am not the same.
Once able to excite him,
I now only seem to give him pain.

My ache is still there for him.
I wish to have him near.
But standing in the way
is HIS anger and HIS fear.

I Am Not Her

I am not her.
I think my own thoughts.
I do my own things.
I am not her.

I am not her.
I look and feel different.
I laugh at different things.
I am not her.

Stop comparing us. I am NOT HER!

War and Peace

We have a choice, one to pick.
Those who dither make me sick.

It takes no time to push away the past.
Let’s live for the future, let’s do it fast.

War speeds up the hands of time.
I have so much to do with this life of mine.

Children should grow up with sounds of joy,
Not bombs or guns. Real or toy.

When will man make that important decision,
as we grow close to the end with pinpoint precision?

I crave peace, for life to progress,
To help our world to heal and convalesce.