I lace up my boots
Dagger at my thigh
I'll fight this battle
Without asking why

Notch the arrow
Send it to the heart
Let it pierce my soul
Broken from the start

I fight like a knight
Wear my armor true
I'll battle my fears
That nobody knew

Cuts stung by Betrayal
A crack in the shield
And suddenly, I'm the
Monster everyone willed

If I am so horrible
Why do I try so hard?
Why can't I feel things
Without pulling the victim card?

Droplets of Spring
run down my window
and saturate the
trees where the
robins hide away
protecting their
blue eggs.

From my window,
decorated with tracks
of Spring, I see
the daffodil’s
stalks like sentries
guarding our
flower garden.

From my window
I see how Spring
ushers in
new life and
helps it thrive.

Although it is my birthday,
I'm not feeling very well.
Don't feel like celebrating,
Not under that birthday spell.

I only want to sit,
And watch the world go by.
Keeping my sorrows to me,
I'm trying not to cry.

Although only one year older,
My body's falling apart.
My pains have brutally aged me,
Weighing heavy on my heart.

I know that birthdays matter,
And you love these special days.
And I hate to be the purveyor,
Of miserable ,sorrowful ways.

This day did come that I couldn't handle.
The Loss of my darling daughter, Robin.
Friendly smile ,kind and happy was She
Who always was there for me.

My heart cried and I was there ready to go with her.
Why did this happen to such a lovely girl.
Drugs took her with fentanyl.
Overnight she left us.

Three months passed and to my wildest dreams.
I lost my oldest daughter,Cathy
I felt my heart freeze with grief.
For my oldest child has left this world in sleep.

Nothing like me

He’s as stubborn as a mule and as sly as a fox,
As graceful as an eagle and as strong as an ox.
He’s as deaf as a haddock and as blind as a bat,
He’s a contradiction, can you imagine that?

He’s as old as dirt but he’s young at heart,
Kinda dumb and kinda smart.
He’s mostly polite but he can be rude,
It’s all dependant upon his mood.

Paul and Chrissy

Young Paul, with eyes so bright and keen,
A playful spirit, always to be seen.
Young Chrissy, with a gentle, sweet allure,
A smile that promised joys forever pure.

They grew as one, through childhood's sunny days,
In shared adventures, and in loving ways.
Their hearts entwined, a tender, youthful tie,
A budding love beneath a summer sky.

My wonder dog.
The beautiful dog
we bought from
the Guide Dog Association,
the reject dog
with a sense of joy
and a will of iron.

This large fat dog
this labrador
who made our lives complete.
Who insisted on having his kennel
right next to the back door
because he wanted to hear everything
going on
in the laundry and kitchen.
Who took us for a walk,
and never wanted to stop at the kerb.
No wonder he was rejected.

I wasn’t with you when they came Into the world. I believed the place of their birth A shrine, a hallowed site,

They say this place be ancient, see,
a circle full of mystery.
Like Stonehenge, but minor so not quite,
it’s different, fringed by piles of shite.

These rocks, they stand proud yet small,
not doing much, a ring, that’s all.
The village smack-bang in the middle,
where people ponder on this riddle.

The druids came, or so we’re told,
to chant and dance in days of old.
The sheep lay low and chew the cud,
and young lambs bounce in fields of mud.

Being.
Sharing.
Enjoying.
Learning.
Part of the community.

Praying.
Singing.
Listening.
Connecting.
A total package for me.

I'm part of a community,
a world which works for me.
My little space of pleasure.
It's where I like to be.