My dabble at poety

[madmum]

How i admire you people who can put into words what we all feel Thanks all for sharing

[bobsbabes]

They are all great :)

This is one I wrote for my friend


Dont cry mummy for it makes me sad
I love you too much for you to feel bad
I watch when your sleeping and I hold your hand
I play with your hair and pull the odd strand
When your in bed i snuggle in too
I lie in your arms like we both want me to
When you are walking and feel a light breeze
Or see the butterfly dance with beautiful ease
When the stars shine at night the sun in the day
Always I'm with you I'm never away
Today is my birthday and try as i might
I cant make you laugh at some silly sight
I love you Dear Mummy that always is true
Your here in my heart and I'm in your heart too

[aishakali]

Thats beautiful, made me cry

[albertajune]

A beautiful poem with a somehow sad undertone to it. It's one of those that has such strong feeling with it. Thanks for sharing it with us

[aishakali]

Heres one I wrote for my Sister. Her Son was killed on a motor bike at 20yrs in 2001.

For Jen

Unto you a son is born,
A boy so special, a heart so warm,
Only to have for a few short years,
You held his hand and wiped his tears,
He grew to be so tall and fine
You were so proud to say "hes mine",
He was all you wanted in a son,
He thought you were a pretty good Mum.

Now hes gone and you dont know why,
You cant find a reason, its too hard to try,
No one can explain why he was taken so young
A bright future ahead a life just begun,

But you'll see him again, just not in this world,
When all of lifes mysteries will then be unfurled,
So just keep him safe in your heart and your mind
And one day I know you're going to find,
Him waiting for you with a big cheesy grin,
He'll open his arms and say
"Hi Mum....... come on in!"

[bobsbabes]

A beautiful poem with a somehow sad undertone to it. It's one of those that has such strong feeling with it. Thanks for sharing it with us

I wrote it for Keirans first Birthday sadly he was born sleeping .

[bobsbabes]

Lyn thats beautiful made be go all goosebumpy xx

[Mo]

What can I say. They've both made me cry.

[madmum]

OOH MY WORD !!!!I am wreck now!!!!!!!

[albertajune]

I'm so glad that I started this poetry subject as so many lovely words have been put up.
Lyn, your last one was so touching.
I wrote this one when I was looking to buy something new and kept having to remind myself that everything I liked wasn't suitable for someone of my age.

The Real Me

There are two separate women who live here in me.
So well is one hidden, other people can't see.
I am the known one in the elderly skin
While she is the young one who dwells here within.

We look through the 'glossies' at beautiful girls
Showing off their long legs, plump lips, glossy curls.
We look at the fashion that gladdens the eye
To get an idea on what we should buy.

A sexy black dress is the one that she'd choose.
I tell her "Not so, it will show off my boobs".
She loves the high heels, four inches to tip
I say I can't wear them with my arthritic hip.

She'd dance with abandon if given the chances,
But I'd be aware of disapproving glances.
We listen to music from latino to rap,
Until hubby exclaims, "You're not listening to that!"

So we have to decide which one I will be.
Who will my neighbors and family see.
Oh forget the decisions, I'll be who I appear
An elderly lady who feels younger each year.

[Annie]

June I find it hard to believe that anyone looks at you and sees an elderly lady, from the snaps we have seen of you on the forum I am more inclined to think people see you as a very elegant lady with plenty of life in her yet. Tell Roy to hush if he doesn't like your choice in music - I think men can sometimes be bigger fuddy duddies than us ladies

[Mo]

So true June. Yes we sometimes have to be sensible, but stay true to the 'real us'.

Lyn & Bobs, you started me thinking of a girl who came to the Playgroup I supervised.

Candles
The family rallied round, as families do
Cows were milked, you were clothed and fed.
But who will light your birthday candles?

Cousins live nearby, aunts and uncles do what they can.
You go to friends parties to celebrate
A day that is special just for them.

One year passes, three years, five,
Ice grows thicker over the deep pit of sorrow.
But a small thing could crack it.
It might melt in the warmth of a candle.

[aishakali]

My gosh there is some talent on here (not referring to myself ) June that is so true. My Mum used to say she didnt feel any older than me and I couldnt understand that, (how could she ) Now Im that much older, I know exactly what she meant and you have put it into words, brilliant The candle is very thought provoking too

[albertajune]

June I find it hard to believe that anyone looks at you and sees an elderly lady, from the snaps we have seen of you on the forum I am more inclined to think people see you as a very elegant lady with plenty of life in her yet. Tell Roy to hush if he doesn't like your choice in music - I think men can sometimes be bigger fuddy duddies than us ladies

You haven't seen me Annie when cleaning out chickens or gardening. I'm a very dirty worker and not at all elegant. If I do on the odd day dress for leisure, Im usually asked whether I'm going somewhere special

[mrs boodles]

When all the lights and life are spent,
Flashing stars, forelocks spread and foam flecks upon the reins,
I`d like too think, from every land and far beyond,
A crowd of ghosts will come and stand in grief around that grave.


MY daughter wrote this on facebook last night for the horse she lost on tuesday at Cheltenham and with it she put a photo of him racing.
I am nearly in tears as I post this as I know how much he was loved even though an animal but such a noble one.