Never Throw Stones
It had been a bad day, she kicks off her shoes.
grabs the one thing from the fridge, that remove's all her blues,
its cool and refreshing, it tingles, it clean's,
it comes in a bottle, if you know what I mean.
The uniforms want washing, the children need feeding,
the house needs cleaning, everyone is just 'needing'!!
just a sip here and there, when no one is looking,
her man comes in the kitchen, she pretends she is cooking.
She 'smiles' and she's 'happy', if only they knew,
the pain in her head, every hour it grew.
she's expected to be normal, a mother, a wife,
who's going to help this woman, struggling with life?
The med's are not working, she cant work out why,
shes helpless and scared and just wants to cry.
a new day tomorrow, please god she stays strong,
and leaves that wine bottle, where it belongs.
She has things to do, but she lets it all pass,
she hides in the garden, and fills up her glass,
everything is messy, her home and her mind,
people do judge, they are so unkind.
The help that she needs is support and love,
not judging or slagging, just give her a hug!
she's afraid and lonely, your help it is needed,
shes crying inside, her heart it is bleeding.
Take time from your life, to ask 'how is your day?',
not look down your nose, in your usual way.
be kind and be caring, please don't be so cold,
People in glass house's, should never throw stones.
This was inspired my a few things going on around me at the moment. xx maxine xx
Copyright © Maxine Jones | Year Posted 2014
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