Poetry Blogs (Leaving home)
For this week's Saturday Rhymers theme: Leaving Home.
When I go back and stay at my Dad’s place,
It’s great, but it’s no longer home.
I struggle to get my own kids off to sleep
In the room that I once called my own.
They watch cartoons, just as I did
Two sofas, three tellys ago.
So much is the same, yet so much has changed,
Though I try hard to not let i...
Saturday 10th November 2018 7:51 am
As they waited
his eyes surveyed the room
at all the things she'd amassed,
so recently risk assessed.
She'd become a virtual prisoner
in the house she'd strived to own.
The house she'd made a home
was now a source of danger for her.
As he wheeled her out the door
she asked how soon she'd be back.
Couple of weeks he lied.
He felt his stomach churn.
Saturday 10th November 2018 7:47 am