Angel

When I woke up this morning and I saw you lying there
with the sunlight through the curtains shining in your hair.
I looked at you lovingly, while you lay asleep
then leaned over to kiss you, gently on your cheek.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have kissed an Angel today.

We sat together at the breakfast table, with talk of the day ahead
as always you had something to say, to help me clear my head.
The phone rang, one of the children, needing you again
you patiently talked and listened to her, taking away her pain.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have spoken to an Angel today.

When I came home in the evening, at the end of a busy day
you were there at the door to meet me, in your usual way.
I’d never seen you more beautiful, in the clothes you wear
I held you close to kiss you, while my hand ran through your hair.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have seen an Angel today.

Now as I lay beside you, as you sleep, in the dark of the night
I think how you always bring to my life, so much love and light.
Without your love I would be, like a candle without a flame
for the close ones, who share our love, it would be the same.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have loved an Angel today.

It's My Life I Am Living

Some say I should live
a different kind of way.
Drink and party more
find more time to play.
But I don’t want all that
I will do things my way.
It’s my life I am living
that’s how it will stay.

Others say, strive for better
to be like all the rest.
Have much more ambition
always try to be the best.
That’s not what I want
and isn’t how it will be.
It’s my life I am living
my life belongs to me.

As I get older, life’s too short
to be, who I don’t want to be.
I won’t be someone else
all I want is to be me.
Just to be true to myself
and let my spirit be free.
It’s my life I am living
So I will live it as me.

Won Contest

I'm pleased and proud to say I have achieved first place in the December2011
Monthly Poetry Contest at VOICESNET.COM. with my poem 'Christmas Is Here'.

Footsteps On The Staircase.

Hearing footsteps on the staircase
a young boy is silent in his room,
only moonlight from the window
brightens the darkness and gloom.
His heart beats fast, fear increases
as an angry father opens the door,
staggering drunkenly towards him
to inflict violent cruelty once more.

He packs a bag with some clothes
leaving home in the quiet of night,
stepping out into the cold darkness
hoping he won’t be missed till light.
It’s not so much the pain and bruises
more that he just can’t understand,
how one man can change so much
with a glass of alcohol in his hand.

After months of living on the streets
a stranger came and sat by his side,
knowing his name and who he was
he told him he no longer should hide.
Telling him how a neighbour knew
all that happened and told the police,
his father was taken, never to return
so home now was a place of peace.

The rising sun glows in his room
and he glances over to the door,
everything there still reminds him
of the things that happened before.
Carrying a bag with some clothes
he leaves in the morning light,
his mother reads the note he left
on waking from her restless night.

Honary Mention

My poem 'A Friend In Me' awarded Honary Mention (joint 4th place) in ALLPOETRY.COM Contest 6/1/2012