I wish you well

Time has flown away my love 

Distance; too; a physical barrier 

No way to talk to share or feel

Anything but peaceful you see 

These days have disappeared 

Much to my own sorrow 

My brow seems to simply furrow 

I only want to wish you well

Raise up yourself; out of your own hell

Only you can search your soul 

Find that barrier itself; begin to fall

Deep inside you will see that seed 

Allow it to grow within; with pride 

Let your heart be your own guide 

Find that peace you seek within

It’s there; waiting to begin 

Lost sense of smell

It’s sad but true 

I’m telling you 

My sense of smell

Oh what the hell

It’s gone; deceased

Been released 

Been gone a while 

Actually I smile 

Couldn’t smell those nappies

The smelliest ones 

Of my grandchildren 

Maybe it’s a good thing?

Forget that…No

I’d love to smell roses

Bouquets and posies

Wish I could tell if my scent 

Is alright; guess I’ve learnt 

To ask another 

To lend me their ears?

Not their ears but their nose

I’d say “smell this for me” 

Please help me to see…

Help me to taste too

That’s different as well 

Oh what the hell

I have to overcompensate 

More chilli, more spice 

More flavours to splice 

Into meals: into everything 

I have to add this bling 

Oh sometimes it’s too much

That cayenne’s lost its punch 

Too late once it’s added 

Guess my brain is addled

I can blame the aenemia

The hepatitis A too 

To these I say “boo”

Give me back my senses 

Make some recompenses 

But it ok truly it is 

I’m alive; happy not blue 

Her poor babies

She’s lost the plot 

Her love; for them; forgotten 

She’s not acting loving 

Uncaring; unaware; heart empty there

Her drugged-out stare 

Is all they see 

Oh God; when will she see

What she has done 

To them; her babies 

As she satisfies her own dersires 

Seeking out her lover’s fires

But extinguishing their faith in her 

No way to treat your mother

I will not accept your scorn 

I will not be treated by you 

In this way, as you say of me…

I am not in the wrong 

I refuse to be held to your account 

Of the past few years 

You turn on me after all I’ve given 

You abuse me, blame me, block me 

No longer do you shock me 

I will not allow you to treat me thus

I am no longer a pawn 

To be played, pushed, shoved

You turn your back on me 

Then expect me to welcome you back 

No way! 

I will no longer accept your blame game!  

Truth

My truth, I told

To this vow I hold 

But you cannot seem to see 

My views, nor do you see me 

Only your pain rules your mind 

How can being honest be unkind?

I retreat, without actually backing down 

Will not of this travesty, be a part

Until you look deep inside…

Finally realise, understand in kind 

You cannot be anything; but blind…

Collector of useless things

In days gone by, yes, long ago

During those trying times I’ll let you know 

Sadness came to settle upon my brow 

In those desperate times I fell

Deep down into the darkest well

It’s taken me many many years 

To overcome all my pain, my shame 

But up into daylight again I came 

Dragging myself through terrible pain

To finally reach this finish line 

I found myself collecting useless things

Hoping to deny that painful sting 

My collections grew by and by 

Until I was lost within those piles 

Trying to stem that miserable tide 

It took me years to realise why pain

Was causing all that sadness 

Deep inside my heart and soul

Those things in life I could not control

Were dragging me deeper still

Surrounded, I built that wall higher still

Attempting to stem that mighty tide 

For deep within, my inner crying child

Was drowning, pulled by that undertow 

So lost within, none could truly know

Now as I am able to look deep within

Now that I am happy within this skin

I can finally see how lost my life had been

How I hid behind those useless things 

Seeking solace from those useless things

The fun has arrived

A little Angel arrived last week

She’s got a birth mark there 

High upon her precious brow 

She smells divine I’m telling you 

Relaxed and calm she falls asleep

Upon her papa’s chest so meek

Mostly she hardly utters a peep

Until it’s feed time… 

Then she utters a little squeak