Poetry Blogs (sister)
Remember Emergency Ward 10 from the early 60s? Nurse Young, Dr Dawson, Sister Doughty. They never used the definite article did they? (Still don't.) They would say 'nurse will give you a bedbath' or 'doctor will be doing his rounds shortly'.
Sister Doughty was my favourite, immaculately turned out in a dark blue uniform with white trimmings. And she was very slim...not like today's lot who wadd...
Saturday 15th December 2018 12:01 am
Grey bin days
Loose-fitting metal lids
Carried back- breakingly
To the monstrous wagon
Limping it’s way
Around the close
Like a club-footed relic
Behind the chipped
Leaded glass of number thirteen
A terrible gargoylian face
Pressed up close
Mrs Ashall has seen a football fly over her neat ...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 8:00 pm
two years before
unable to fight anymore
they gave up their tiny breath
she never spoke of them
in anything but love and memory
of what could have
should have been
at what came after
they had names for th...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 5:01 pm
My poor dear brother,
I don't know you
and you don't know me.
Your name is Robert.
My name is Crystal.
You were born on march 4th,
and I was born on March 14th.
You are three years older,
and i am three years younger.
But, my poor dear brother,
Although we don't know much
bout each other, I somehow still feel close to you
and I know that someday we'll meet again.
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:51 am
Hate to be the monster they see
when they look at me through my eyes
and hate to be the daughter
that they disgrace with heart.
Because, I am nothing but a mistake,
I am as worthless as the dirt we walk on,
and I am as imperfect as anyone can be.
But, as for my sister she is like a princess
in my parents giving eyes.
She's everything that I am not.
She's there perfect little angel
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:24 am
Dear Una, I remember everything like it were yesterday,
two little sisters, hand in hand, if only I could rewind and replay,
Remembering the times when we just had each other..
Searching around, asking people 'are you my Mother'?
Time went by when all we felt was fear and pain,
but this anger inside me I can no longer contain..
it's tearing me up from inside my soul..
Thursday 12th September 2013 2:01 pm
Pass me the toys I'll play with you
lets load the riffle let the bullet go loose!
Who's gonna shoot the balloons in the tree?
Who's gonna pull the knives out of me?
Your little sister now owns your touch
cook for the robots 'cause they fought for us
we'll never let the kite go fly free
we never ever will let you leave
So you've really got it going
Saturday 12th November 2011 8:14 pm