I was reading a blog a while ago where the author quoted a line from a poem which was 'make me a child again, just for tonight'. The poem was Rock Me to Sleep by Elizabeth Aykers Allen and I was so taken by that line I had to pinch it and add my own spin.
Show me the past again
Turn on a light
Make me a child again
Just for tonight
Show me the home where I grew up
Wednesday 1st June 2022 12:54 pm
It’s the end of the day
And It’s time to take the last bus home
I’ve travelled this road for many years
And when it comes to my final stop
I doubt if I’ll shed any tears
I’ll press the bell and slip through the doors
I won’t travel on that bus any more.
At the end of the day
Nothing lasts forever
Every winter gives way to spring
And it’s time to hop off the bus a...
Tuesday 12th April 2022 11:12 pm
I remember the days of schoolboy French
When one day along came a comely wench
She made me all tongue tied and caused a certain distress
At least that’s how I remember the French mistress
She used to sit upon my desk
All long legged and short skirted
I could have sold my seat a thousand times over
But I sat there happily disconcerted.
The l’autobus est parti
Saturday 12th March 2022 11:54 am
People milling about
At a makeshift hospital a mother cries for her child
Cameras follow through to the operating room
Where the child lies
The doctor screams at the camera
He sounds like he’s saying I’ll smash your face in
But when the translation comes
Show this to Putin
Because the child has died
Last week they...
Thursday 10th March 2022 11:46 am
She was everything I wanted
Blue eyed and blonde haired
she made me laugh
and talked a lot about love
but I heard sirens in the distance
she called at random times
and her sing song voice enchants
she's checking up on me
but what the heck, she made me smile
but did I hear sirens in the distance?
I've known girls before
that were car crashes waiting to hap...
Friday 18th February 2022 6:47 pm
The gust of wind is ever so slight
But it lifts the seed on wings of air
And it is borne upon the breeze in flight.
Amid the gusts and flurries
The rain pours down and the seed is carried
to soft fingers of the earth, unhurried.
Nestling snugly in the earth
the seed slips deeper down,
washed by the rain into the earth.
Later a green shoot...
Monday 7th February 2022 2:09 pm
I was watching television when Bobby Kennedy died
I was only twelve years old
But old enough to cry
I ran out into the garden somewhere
And quietly said a prayer
But that didn’t seem to matter,
because Bobby Kennedy died
I was kind of upset that no one was listening
I just wish they’d answered my prayers
I remember going to bed that night
dragging my feet on the...
Saturday 29th January 2022 2:54 pm
I’ve got a desire for a cheese sandwich on fresh white bread
Just like my mother used to make
I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever taste one again
You know, not any old cheese sandwich
But the ones my mother used to make
On cold winter evenings
She’d serve stew and dumplings
And her poached eggs on toast was a wonderful feast
Not ordinary eggs
But the ones like my mother...
Sunday 16th January 2022 7:40 pm