What A Force!

What A Force!

What a day it is outside! Sitting indoors hearing the lashing rain, The wind pounding on the window frames, Rattling the doors, pushing the bricks to their boundaries The fences rattling outside Moving from side to side holding onto their last pegs Grabbing on for 

Understood

Understood

I thought that everyone understood That every got what I was doing Why I was doing it and how much time it would take I thought I was supported and it was accepted I thought I was doing good It seems I was wrong, very, 

Today I am…

Today I am…

Today I am angry I am upset I am annoyed Angry at myself Angry at others! Upset with others Upset with myself And mainly just very annoyed with myself! I am fed up of being the scapegoat Fed up of being shouted at Fed up 

Some Times, One Time

Some Times, One Time

Some times you just have to man up Some times things are said that you don’t want to hear Some times people hurt you more than words can say Some times no one just no one understands how you feel. Some times you just have 

I’m Ready

I’m Ready

The washing is done, another load is on The rabbits are sorted The dog is fed The dishwasher is on The house is tidy The beds are made The child is dressed And ready and waiting I am ready The craft room is sorted The 

If Only…

If Only…

If only it wasn’t a visit If only we could hear your sounds every day Go to sleep with them at night Wake up with them in the morning. If only we could walk along you everyday If only we could open the back gate 

Some Days!

Some Days!

I seem to spend every day making sure others are happy Looking after them Doing what they want Tiptoeing round checking everything is OK But there are only so many shouts one person can take Only so many strops and meltdowns you can have aimed 

Normality Resumed

Normality Resumed

It was dark and cold There was the eerie light of the street lamp The only light available As he tiptoed around the house Trying to make no noise. The child had been awake 4.30am he trotted in, But no more was he allowed to 

Bedtime

Bedtime

Putting you to bed You lay and smile Listening to your story like you do every night One leg in the air One leg laying on the bed One arm rubbing the headboard The other under your head You listen and hum and chat to 

I’m Sorry

I’m Sorry

I wish I could fix your pain, I wish I could take it all away and make everything ok. But I just can’t and I am so sorry. It breaks my heart to hear the pain in your voice, The sorry in your words And