Allsorts

I tied a bow
It’s pink and tight
I tried to row
It made me fight
I hide in the low
My head feels light
It’s the big-eyed crows
That always bite

nature’s first green is gold,
her hardest hues to hold,
her early leaves a flower,
but only for an hour,
then leaf subsides to leaf,
so evening sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day,
nothing gold can stay.

Books are sage, books are great,
A companion for every age.

A box of wonder,
With hidden tales under.

Takes you into space far and wide,
Where the mind in the moment resides.

The body rests in a chair,
While the imagination glares.

As every page unfolds and unwinds,
The visuals become more vivid and entwined.

The reality around is left behind,
This little treasure is charismatic and kind.

Secrets everywhere,
Not mine but mine to guard.
They trust me to keep them safe,
To keep them locked away.

Secrets falling, big and small,
Like a blanket made of scars.
Each one burning my skin,
Whispered quietly,
Eyes darting from side to side.
Whispering words that no one else can catch.

I am a vault of secrets,
They hand them to me to keep.
I am a vault of secrets,
Secrets that I will always keep.

Time is slipping through my hands,
A tide fading from the sand.
I’m chasing the hours, but they don’t wait
Each tick sounds further and further away

The sky turns dark, blues and greens creeping in,
the light fading, though it feels like day has just begun
Another day gone, still so much to do,
Letters to write and conversations to be had,
Tasks keep coming but not enough time.

Oh dear, oh dear, what’s going on?
What happened to my dear son?
He’s in the TV. Oh, what happened there?
Someone explain to me please

Oh dear, oh dear what is going on?
What happened here?
What is graze, oh do tell

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear

Blocks tumble, tiny feet patter
down the narrow corner
Who could it be?
Well, my little brother of course!!!

My mum is a gorgeous woman of 30
She loves me aplenty
She could do nothing more to be
Much better than she is to me

You, be you, yourself, yes you,
No reason to hide who you are,
You’re beautiful just the way you are.
No need for makeup to be pretty!
They say beauty is pain!
So let’s face it , no one likes pain!
JUST Be YOU

On my way home I saw my mum.

She was a kind mum.

She was a kind, clever mum.

She was a kind, clever, young mum.

She was a kind, clever, young, fast mum. Ip

She was a kind, clever, young, fast, excited mum.

She was a kind, clever, young, fast, excited, lovely mum.

She was a kind, clever, young, fast, excited, lovely and…

SPECIAL mum.