Blue Friday

Here I sit all alone

listening to the silent phone,

no-one calls to say howdy do

or bother to ask – how are you?

Surrounded by the silent walls

no texts hello, no friendly calls,

now and again I check my mail

my inbox is empty without fail.

Laughter echoes from next door

people having fun once more,

whilst I’m in the company of one

as told in many a lonely song.

But I shall continue to be brave

to loneliness I will never cave,

for inner strength I shall find

despite out of sight, out of mind

My broken arm

I’m Morgan, a friendly little girl

with hair that sometimes curls,

I had an accident the other night

oh boy my arm was such a sight.

I was doing handstands before bed

i’m usually good someone said,

but then something went awry

and mum let out such a cry.

For I fell on my right arm

and caused myself some harm,

for it became broken in two

I just didn’t know what to do.

Off to hospital we did go

it was painful I tell you so,

I was brave mum did tell me

my hurt you could not see.

An x-ray of my arm they did do

and it showed my arm in two,

they had to fix it together again

this did cause me some pain.

They put special bandage on me

which goes hard for all to see,

from my hand to my shoulder

rock hard it is like a boulder.

For many weeks it must stay

making things hard each day,

but I am going to be tough

even when things get rough.

I can’t just now do all I used to

sometimes it makes me feel blue,

but I will stay brave and strong

for I know I have to carry on.

Off to school I still will go

for there is much to know,

and I would miss my friends

I can learn whilst my arm mends.

I have to be careful with my arm

so I do not cause any more harm,

I can’t play quite the same just now

but I will one day is my vow.

My broken arm story now must end

whilst it takes much time to mend,

I’m still Morgan a friendly girl

with hair that sometimes curls.

60 years going strong

60 years have come and gone

but you are still, going strong 

hustling here and hustling there

whilst bustling simply everywhere.

A whirlwind entering a room

lifting any remnants of gloom,

but leaving disorder in your wake

making up for it with cake.

We all forgive you this trait

as it seems to be our fate,

to put up with all your messiness

without making too much fuss.

But you have a heart of gold

which does not fit, any mould

a star boss in difficult times

with a compassion that shines.

A beautiful mother and wife

to Eleanor, Henry and hubby Mike,

working at keeping them in check

making sure home is not a wreck.

Rounding them up for drinks or food

reading their many varied moods,

supporting in many myriad ways

with late nights and early days.

But also giving them their space

to learn lessons at a steady pace,

nurturing their inquisitive minds

with a deep love that binds.

A true friend to those you know

nurturing relationships so they grow,

bearing the fruits of deep respect

as you guide, support and protect.

60 years full of hopes and fears

laughter, smiles, frowns and tears,

much achieved in many roles

surpassing so many of your goals.

You are still so young at heart

which is always a great start,

as you have so much to achieve

lots of magic still to weave.

So enjoy a pampered birthday

for once getting your own way,

three slaves to serve you well

if not please give them hell.

Look then to the years ahead

with hopefulness, not with dread

so much joy still to be had

being good, or maybe bad.

Thank you Nana

Thank you nana for looking after us

all the treats and the lovely fuss,

we will miss you so very much

promise us you will keep in touch.

You’re the best nana that there is

our fun times we will surely miss,

you helped lift us from our gloom

when you give us both a groom.

Mummy and daddy are back with us

oh boy they are making such a fuss,

but we still miss our nana dear

we won’t forget you have no fear.

Now we know you we won’t be shy

we’ll say a proper hello and goodbye,

we won’t hide in secret places anymore

but come and greet you at the door.

Do come again sometime real soon

cause we’d be really over the moon,

mummy and daddy are real good to us

but we’ve really loved our nana fuss.

You were really good like our mummy

and didn’t go for Treacle’s tummy,

he knows daddy has to do it

but he doesn’t like it one bit.

You gave us so many lovely treats

as a nana you simply can’t be beat,

you rise far above all the rest

we both think you’re the best.

Bye bye till we see you once more

we can’t wait that’s for sure,

thanks again for the fuss and fun

your loving granddaughter and grandson.

Treacle & Liquorice

Lonesome Blues

I sit alone in an empty room

sun shining but I feel gloom,

looking at people passing by

but they do not see me cry.

Silence hangs like heavy mist

enveloping me like a fist,

leaving me unable to see

any joy or love around me.

I smile at those all around

try to make the right sounds,

so they cannot really see

what’s going on within me.

Holding tightly to my mask

is such a very difficult task,

but I must not let it slip

so bury my head and kip.

I’m an iceberg drifting along

weak although appearing strong

much goes on deep within me,

if only you’d take time to see.

So instead of just walking by

why oh why can’t you try,

to take a little time to care

and allow me to try to share.

Words won’t flow that’s for sure

there is no simple easy cure,

but listen actively and well

as my fears and worries I tell.

My illness cannot be easily seen

but I feel it deeply and keen,

please don’t shun or ignore me

be there when I need you to be.

Autumn Leaves

Leaves turn from green to golden brown,

leave their host and gently flutter down.

mist hangs heavy on a distant hill,

the world around is silent and still.