The Thief of Breath and Hugs (part 1)
She'd been told with much conviction
How the window was a shield.
For outside there lurked a wicked thief
And her breath this thief would steal
But, her family stood beyond the pane
A daughter, granddaughter & son
Who'd send out smiles like rays of light
And through the glass they'd come
She blows them kisses, and shakes her fist
In case this thief's about
For if it harms a hair on their heads
She'll smack it straight in the mouth!
They go and Esther sits,
As a carer brings her tea
She's wearing goggles and a mask
Is she going for a swim in the sea?
They say, she's part of the new frontline
'Though she doesn't have a gun
Just a cuppa tea and a happy smile
And some jam on a toasted bun!
Esther's father died on the frontline
When she was just a bairn
A lifetime without his loving touch
Is a harsh lesson to learn
Perhaps, new lessons are being learned
As life's seam gets picked apart
We'll find that life without a hug
Plays sad tunes upon the heart
Jo, the carer, keeps on smiling
Esther's little angel in blue
She doesn't have much time to sit
Just has to do what she can do
But she brings plenty of banter
And always asks about her health
The breath thief...David 19 (or summit?)
Is making a mockery of wealth
No travel, no shops, no parties
No gleaming jewellery to flash
The fancy cars all locked up
Nowt to do but count the cash
And people cover their mouths
With all manner of things wrong!
Sponges, bags & buxom bra's
And even a frilly thong!
She tells tales of people queuing
Right up to 5 miles long
And fighting over bog rolls
As if it were the very last one!
We used newspaper, Esther reminisces
During that bloody war
But it left the print aal ower ye arse,
And made it a little bit sore!
Jo's laugh is long and infectious
It sets our Esther away
And doesn't laughter have the power
To bring sunshine through the grey?
But, someone's had an 'accident'
So, Jo dashes off
To old Edith In the corner
Who's developed a bit of a cough…
The breath thief has broke in!
He's taken poor Edith's last
No family there to hold her hand
It was Jo who helped her pass
Esther's shaking her fist again
That bloody David! She says
He's got these lasses ran ragged.
Got their heads in a permanent daze!
But games night still goes ahead!
With singing and clapping to boot
Like during the war, they're boosting morale
So, David, stick that up ye flute!
But this happy group are now fewer
And Esther's head aches when she coughs
But, she knows this life & its games
Of bright peaks and dark little troughs
She can hear the thief getting closer
Creeping the halls to her door
He's already taken so much of her breath
Yet, the bugger still wants some more!
But, it's Jo who comes rushing in
She looks exhausted, poor mite
Her face is all red and swollen
From the mask she wears morning to night
Through the goggles, she winks
And Esther returns it
She brushes her hair
'Cos, like the advert, she's worth it
But her breath is as shallow
As a riverbed in summer
And deep down she knows
She may not see another
She thinks of her family
And smiles up at Jo
Who strokes her face gently
As tears start to flow…
Her family all gather
Lighted candles in hand
Just waiting for news
Of Esther's battling last stand
But who's that at the window?
Shaking a determined fist
Chomping down on her falsies
Full of hope and defiant bliss
Aye, stick that in ye pipe, David,
And ye can smoke the bugger aal
'Cos ye gettin' ne more of my breath
Ye thieving little shite!
Jo is standing beside her
A rare triumphant day
But, her head aches more than ever
And she's keeping her cough at bay...