Am I not normal?
Terrified of walking into my local
Terrified of that holiday in Lake Como
Spiritual,can you fix it all?
Can you complete my soul?
I want to fall
Creatively Natively
Childhood
Happy to sing
Happy on a swing
Happy with a plastic ring
No school or college fool
Asked me out,held me in my room
When I went to university,
Alone and doing my laundry
A distance,he wouldn’t stay with me
My flat mates were not friendly
But I always looked at the blossom trees
God tells me to have trust
But the world is dark and unjust
Is the talk of War
All we have to hope for?
Many people are dying
And we don’t find it surprising
We accept that they are frightening
The missiles are flying in
Taking life before it’s had the chance to begin
It’s like watching ‘the sinking’
Or stopping a child from thinking
How can we escape the blast?
By learning from the past
Pray to God you tread the right path
I wonder what will be
How much of the world will I see?
I’m approaching 40 and I still don’t feel free
Everytime I arrive,the bees are alive
He still won’t let me remember
Day to day I’m in Denver
Or dreaming there’s no tremor
Or am I burning in a pot?
Have I been left to rot?
Kindness and Ocean liners
Will you be my big brave miner?
(pitman,collier,faceworker)
Mothers day
Here are some flowers
May they open like paras
You’ve worked all the hours
It’s time to sit down
Here is some cake since
You taught me to bake
Smiling at the school gate
Sometimes you brought our roller skates
Here is a box of chocolates
Do you remember we were always sockless?!
You took us to school on your bike
Comforted us at night
Here is some perfume
Do you remember ‘Button Moon’?!
You used to sing a little tune
Tell us dad would be home soon
On holiday we ran up the sand dunes
And if we fell you dressed our wounds
You would make tea as watched cartoons
At birthday parties you blew up balloons
Here is a lovely plant
It’s you that I want to thank
For asking dad to be our taxi rank!
For all those bubble bath pranks!
Here is some jewellery
May it be a symbol of your purity
May it stop people like the shining sea
Here is a spa weekend
Have some treatments
You really are my best friend
That I will always defend
Here is a cream tea
People sat angelically
Finger sandwiches on tiers
Mum,it’s been 39 years!!!
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