Little Man

There was joy, there was sorrow there was darkness, there was light. And then you came to be among us on a cold and winter’s night. The little miracle, we had hoped for a gift to a father, of a son. For this Grandad, a little playmate And time together, full of fun. For your Mother, what she hoped for and it seemed would never come. A little bundle of hope and joy her very precious baby son. With your smile you make us happy if you’re sad we feel it too. And our lives are so much better when we spend our time with you. You and me, we play together football, cars, Spiderman too. In a world of fun and fantasy that’s created by me and you. When you grow to be older and I can no longer be. Hold me tight in your heart and just remember me.

Retribution.

Alone I entered the room.
Something wasn’t right.
The patio door was open.
There he was, hiding in the corner.
That was the last straw.
He’d been bothering me
and my family all week.
We were all afraid of him.

As I cautiously approached him
he went for me. Trying to evade
him I fell and cut my head
on the edge of the radiator.

Finally I managed to get the better
of him, striking him hard with
my right hand. Then I angrily
launched into him.
Didn’t know I had it in me.
After a few moments
It was all over.
he was gone. I had killed him!

I managed to get him off the floor
and carried him outside,
dumping him behind the trees
at the bottom of the garden.

I was pleased to be rid of him
before the family came back home.
Later I stood looking down the garden
through the kitchen window
to where he was. I felt a bit guilty
but was somehow relieved.
I had always hated Wasps!
At least that’s one less to bother us.

A Day In The Life Of Jacob.

A Day In The Life Of Jacob.

Even though it rises every day
somewhere, someplace in time.
On a day in the life of Jacob
the sun doesn’t often shine.

A shopping centre is bright and loud
and Jacob is sitting on the ground.
With his head buried in his hands
sensory overload of sight and sound.

People notice as he begins to shout
his Mother scared he’ll run away.
Some think he’s badly behaved
but for him it’s just an Autism day.

Later he escapes to his room
stressed and needing time alone.
A meltdown at dinner hasn’t helped
but he’s calmer now, on his own.

Playing at length on his old guitar
takes his mind to another place.
Where the demons in his head
for a while are not in his face.

Eventually he takes to his bed
and will rise, as soon as it’s light.
Probably won’t have much to eat
appetite dulled by a restless night.

People around him struggle to help
he tries to cope in his own way.
On a day in the life of Jacob
it’s always an Autism day.

But he deserves a chance in life
and we must strive to find a way.
For children like him, with future fears
to be able to seize the day.

Where Wild Flowers Grow.

Where Wild Flowers Grow.

Children playing in the evening sun
running around, just having fun.
Dogs chasing balls happy to play
rolling in the grass late in the day.
A couple sitting on the ground
trying not to make a sound.
Where so much happened, long ago
on the field where wild flowers grow.

This was a place long before
where men shed blood in a war.
A place of such horror and pain
where men fought and men were slain.
Living in trenches with blood stained pools
with weapons of war, their only tools.
It’s hard to imagine, long ago
on the field where wild flowers grow.

Fledgling birds are trying to fly
into the bright evening sky.
Someone there is trying to pray
children think it’s a place for play.
But you can still clearly see
where the trenches used to be.
Life is so different, than long ago
on the field where wild flowers grow.

An old man stands on his own
he seems content to be alone.
With tears rolling down his face
haunted by memories of this place.
He was here when he was young
cold and scared carrying his gun.
When life was harsh, long ago
on the field where wild flowers grow.

Christmas with You

Christmas with You

Christmas is always special
with sounds of a yuletide song.
But so many Christmas Days
have sadly come and gone.

Remember when we were young
and how it used to be?
Those Christmas songs we loved
and danced to, you and me.

Moments of fun and dancing
romantic interludes too.
Happily sharing Christmas
being in love with you.

And constantly I’m reminded
how lucky I must be.
Waking on each Christmas morn
with you next to me.

Now Christmas is here again
with parties and presents too.
But the only thing I really want
is the gift of you.

Alice

As Alice arrives at the Hospital door
a young couple smile and say hello.
The girl who is heavy with child
asks which way they should go.


Alice leans over to reach him
to kiss him for one last goodbye.
A silent tear rolls down her face
as with sadness she begins to cry.


They’d been together a very long time
thinking they had more years to come.
But illness came and frailty ensued
now their life together is done.


After some time by his bed, she left
and on hearing a noise she smiled.
Coming from a nearby maternity suite
it was the cry of a new born child.


She sees the same couple as before
next morning when collecting his things.
And smiles, as she sees their baby boy
as one life ends, and a new one begins.

Faith.

My faith was never a beacon of light
more of a flickering candle at night.
My Father’s beliefs were always strong
perhaps somehow I got it all wrong.
In spite of those hymns I love to sing
for me it’s more a borderline thing.


But I see things in a different way
I don’t spend time praying each day.
For me God’s love is practical too
shared with others in the things we do.
Through help we give to those in need
whoever they are, whatever their creed.


A man lies bleeding in the dark of night
prayer won’t save him and make him alright.
A helping hand will, so that’s what I’ll do
and he may feel God’s love there too.
Maybe I’m right or maybe I’m wrong
but this is how me and faith get along.

Intimate Strangers.

The poet still writes, the singer still sings
of love, romance and passionate things.
Yet intimate strangers you are today
standing close but seeming far away.
No longer lovers, just husband and wife
but it’s not too late to change your life.


Togetherness can be a lonely place
if it’s just memories you embrace.
Just you two, the kids have grown
flown the nest for loves of their own.
Seems you’ve forgotten how to be
two hearts living in harmony.


But you can still be lovers too
it might just take a smile from you.
Some soft music, the lights down low
doesn’t matter how far you want to go.
Loving is not reserved for the young
it doesn’t have to be a song unsung.

The Wedding Poem

The Wedding Poem.

Just to be happy is all you need
not dreams of ambition or desire to succeed.

Just to be happy always caring and kind
with love in your heart and peace in your mind.

Just to be happy in a warm embrace
no need to be cool or win any race.

Just to be happy no grey skies above
the sun always shining down on your love.


Just to be happy your whole life through
Sharing true love, the way that you do.

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