Poetry Blogs (Caring)

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...

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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...

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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...

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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,

Why?

No, enough now, 

enough of this crusading, 

for the be...

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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...

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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.

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A winter bite that

mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.

A life supported?

Cease one's internal decay,

Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.

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