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True Story
Today was Doctor's visit
No 3
You see my Mum now struggles walking
Where as 6 month's ago she walked
more than me like she was 23
And 3 visits later seen by 3 different
Doctor's
Where are we at now ?
She resembles her actual age of 70
rather than her old sprightly 23
She still work's a 5 day week
6am till 4pm Monday to Friday
And yes she wants to carry on
but unfortunately without medical
help the game is up
But after 3 visits with 3 different Doctor's she is no better off
Confined to a walking stick and
good Samaritans who help
a temporary solution at best with
2 week's off with a Doctor's note
Leaving armed with the knowledge
nothing fixed the problem still persists
Her employment sanity and independence at stake
And after appointment and Doctor
No 3
Not a single pill hope nor resolution
to hang on 2
Might as well just have taken 2
Paracetamol as a Placebo
Must be scary at 70 year's old
when you ask but receive no help
Because what is the alternative
When there is no where left to turn next
‘I’m gunna tell mum on you, you’re going to be in trouble,
How ever long you’re grounded for, I’ll make sure it’s double!
I’m gunna say you stole my lolly, I’ll tell her it was you,
And then I might just say you stole my pocket money too’.
‘I didn’t steal your pocket money, I didn’t steal you lolly,
And if you tell mother you’ll be well and truly sorry.
Mother can see through your lies, that’s something you will find,
Because she’s heard every word you said, she’s standing right behind!’
• Went to se a film with my grandchildren Millie and Harry. Harry can be naughty sometimes and Millie said ‘I’m going to tell Mum!’
~My Pact With The Lollipop Boy
When I was nine I made a pact with a boy
If I am not married in fifteen years will you be my toy?
He answered between the lollypop licks
Of course I’ll marry you - but was he "taking the mick"?
The boy then left with his mum and dad
I went to his leaving party- it made me quite sad.
The pact I had made with a sticky lollipop boy
Now he had gone to Australia there will be no marriage joy.
I grew but never forgot the skinny sticky boy that captured my heart
I’d remember the days we said we would never part
We swapped toy racing cars and penknives so cool
We played on his climbing frame, we were nobody’s fools.
We played knock and run the neighbours we did annoy
The skinny- freckled girl, and the sticky lollipop boy.
Ten years passed then I heard through the grape vine
My lollipop boy had returned from Oz- but for good this time.
We met, he was tall and he remembered so well
Our pact we had made as young kids, it was swell
We dated and courted and fell in love
Our pact came true and we fit like a hand in a glove.
The only thing wrong with our fifteen year pact
Was it happened in twelve years and that is a fact.
"Taking the mick" means joking or foooling about for those that do not understand
A precious mum as you are
Every single moment I now think
I should have spared
To tell you
You do have all the credit
For what you are
For what you have done
Sorry mum
I know how it feels
Now that I am a mum.
An adored mum as you are
Every single occasion I have missed
To cherish you
To give you all the tribute
For all your sublime and genuine love
I failed
To show you the very value of who you are
Sorry mum
I know how it aches
Now that I am a mum.
A treasured giver as you are
Devotion is one drop of your ocean
A mighty creature
Waging war against your very wants and passions
A strenuous fighter
Protecting your very pride
Reigning as a queen in your monarchy
Sorry mum
I know how it bleeds
Now that I am a mum
A dearest mum as you are
I have taken you for granted
I failed to appreciate your very presence
In the life of mine
Time has made me cry and whine
A pity for me
A healing from my injuries hard to find
I failed
To say I love you
I failed
To say I thank you
For all the flow of care and love
Short was your lifetime
I failed to seize the day with you on time
Sorry mum
I know how it feels
Now that I am a mum.
Did you think, ma, that I,
your son, getting older,
would be writing to you?
You think it's a strange thing to do?
We rarely ever wrote letters, son,
so much in touch we were.
We shared a home for so long
until you found a relationship.
You do seem to disapprove
of much that I am, ma.
Approved of a relationship, in general, yes,
but the one that I have?
Oh, I do want you to have someone,
love someone, introduce me to someone,
walk with, talk to, love that someone.
But . . .
Yes, you give me that But . . .
You really disapprove of my partner,
because, well because,
this is a he? Yes a he . . .
Oh, you must enjoy your life,
and I'll always be here for you.
And I do want you to have a relationship,
but, well, I think, er, well . . .
(Jul 2022)
My Mum sat and watched me sleep
When I was in my cot,
She sat up all night and bathed my head,
When with fever I was hot.
My Mum tried to keep me safe,
Away from hurt and harm,
She'd hug me very close to her
Rock me in her arms.
My Mum gave me wisdom,
Showed me how to play,
Filled my life with happiness,
Taught me how to pray.
My Mum is proud of who I am,
Delights in what I do,
She's there when I need her most,
A shoulder when I'm blue.
My Mums love is constant,
Although I've sometimes caused her pain,
Nothing can destroy it,
It's a love you can't explain.
Happy Mothers Day to all Mother's xx
she made me sandwiches and cooked my t
she washed my clothes and kept me clean
but she never showed me any empathy
and that's how love comes across mean
my emotional needs were left to starve
she cooked and she cleaned and she did so with heart
she made sure that belt slapped my skin really hard
choosing the punishment designed to be harsh
success I achieved was quickly destroyed
diverting to things that I couldn't do well
If I celebrated she's quickly annoyed
changing the subject from a win to a fail
I gave up on trying to win her approval
she turned positives into negative lessons
teaching me my achievements were not useful
the things I can't do make better impressions
she doesn't respect me or ask my opinion
information that she gets from elsewhere
she makes it impossible to have a connection
I'm just a possession so why would she care
she's always the victim pointing out blame
gaslighting her children for attention again
before they both died her parents caused pain
traits of a psychopath not someone insane
Today we say goodbye to jill
This surely is a bitter pill
A lively lady full of the beans
A cruel world so it seems
A kind hearted lady with lots of love
On her final journey up above
A mother of 4 to say the least
Head of the table at the feast
Witty, funny and caring to all
Enjoy life at the angels ball
Now all the pain you had has gone
Dance with the stars go on go on
A rainbow queen that you were
Brighter than bright what I hear
Life like dolls being your passion
Keeping them into fashion
Other things I know you love
Your grandchildren and daughters above
We'll all miss your thoughtfulness
Even things that made us blush
Your best friend feebie was your pooch
But definitely not Turner and hooch
Pampered dog with plenty of coats
Miss you on the rainbow floats
So look over us from up there
We all know you do care
When we want reasons why
We will just look up to the sky
Thankyou mum, granny for being you
Now you've gone we are all blue
Wish we could feel your gentle touch
We LOVE and MISS you so so much
1.)
Not present at anything
Everything is just the same
Not many think about the portrait-less frame
I’ve had nothing
Feet buried in my ways
The man I’m becoming oughta be a phase
I can’t think straight
I’m sorting through your face
I’m fading away soon
Memories gone to waste
Afraid of the monsoon
Paint me with your abuse
I’m afraid of the sun too
Baked dry
My bed was home to a lagoon
I’m seeing my mum soon
Faked cries for help
She acted a pontoon
I’m needing my mum soon
2.)
I’m not sure of my age
A tar pit waits for me in my cage
I want more from what’s in this page
Mark it for when I’m feeling this strange
Life works out with minimal change
My face pale
My teeth bleeding
Life hurts our feelings all the same
Write down your pain
All you’re needing is to shift your blame
I wish I could walk, without feeling pain
I wish I could live, my life again.
I dream of a time when I could run like a deer
I could jump like a gazelle, with nothing to fear.
I could climb like cat and swim like fish
I can not do these things, and yet I can wish.
I can dream of a day many years gone by
I could dream and pray for that bus to pass by.
I could dream my mum missed it and didn’t get on
I could dream she forgot, my vaccination had not been done.
I can sit here and daydream day after day, and wish that jab had gone right
I can dream I am fit, but I’m not, it went wrong, and now I have learned how
to fight.
I can if not careful, wish and dream my whole life away
But there is no point in that, that’s what I say.
But the vaccine went wrong, and no wishes or dreams can it change
I just have to get on with my life, there is no sale or return or exchange.
Wishes are for kids and dreams are for bed
I wish I was a kid and could lay down my head.
I am tired and fed up and the wind is so cold
I wish I did not, suddenly feel old.
I am reading this back and thinking boy, this isn’t me
I am going to get up and with a certainty
I am going to fix that toilet for once and for all
Even if I have to rip it off, that bloody bathroom wall.
Self Pity is over and I feel a bit of a nit
And my last dream is I am back in bed with Brad Pitt.