Poetry Blogs (Caring)
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At nine o'clock your day begins
but I've been up since six
cleaning clothes and scrubbing floors
mushing up your Weetabix
I have to empty all the bins
and wash the dishes up
then I come and bathe you
you're such a mucky pup
clothes hanging on the wardrobe
prepared the night before
I dress you and I feed you
then I clean your mess once more
I put the TV on for you
but I never get a cha...
Friday 24th August 2018 10:33 am
My now long gone Auntie Nancy
My ants in her pants Auntie Nance
Her ideas for me set before I was born
She said "I hope he's a devil, a cheeky little devil"
Then always beside me from that day on
Encouraging that little devil to push his cheeky boundaries
Another mother for me alongside her closest sister
Mother to hundreds through her caring ways
Dedicated carer of Liverp...
Friday 1st September 2017 6:41 pm
The Royal Free hums its energetic life
As I sit musing in my garden
A background drone always there
As the hospital is always open for care
It's summer so the trees mask its physical presence
Just the joined up sound of health and excellence
We moved here with two small boys
And thought being near The Free might be handy
Energetic boys in an energetic city
Who knows the...
Monday 28th August 2017 10:59 am
He wondered when he might stop
when he might allow himself not to worry,
like a tide ignoring the moon
breaking the cycle of expectant nature.
Things happen, bad things,
what was it to anyone that he should care?
all succumb, all fail and die,
to postpone the inevitable with compassion,
No, enough now,
enough of this crusading,
for the be...
Thursday 4th May 2017 11:06 am
Why does this world try to make me insane?
So much hate, to much anger and pain.
How can this world possibly heal?
When we don't even care how our fellow humans feel.
All these campaigns to stop smoking and drinking,
Why not campaign to stop hurting , start thinking.
Inside this huge universe we share such a small world,
Please human beings, stand up, be bold.
Smile at strangers an...
Sunday 28th August 2016 1:38 pm
She’s the one we could rely on
when things were sorely scarce,
to always find a way to get by
when it went from bad to worse.
She’s the one true matriarch,
the gel at the center of all,
never too far away from us;
never more than a call.
Sacrificing all she had,
for us, her flesh and blood,
always standing second place
to the family’s common good.
Tuesday 4th August 2015 4:10 pm