April Mum Poems

Letter to my mother, 
To you dear mother 
where you are in DrCongo
The distance between us 
Won't cut the cord which links us
I still remember...

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Dearest mother, Oh mother of mine
I’m constantly praying that you’re always fine
May God brings you the daily sunshine
Showering you abundantly with His Love-Divine

Although we live...

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Sunset 

We held hands for a while
There were no goodbyes 
But I linger on thoughts
Of your twinkling eyes 

Many a sky 
And many a vista
Have...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Our special bond forged even 'fore my birth,
years together through misfortune and mirth.
Since sadly snatched from the face of this Earth,
each action and deed to...

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Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry,...

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The angels came and stood by your bed
And these are the words I think they said
You have suffered more than you can stand
So come with...

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I am from Great Britain  – it’s not a rumour
I always try to write with a sense of humour

In 1996 we moved to live...

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I can’t always remember what I said
So maybe these may be words you’ve already read
But once I get a line in my head 
I can’t...

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On a mobile phone a distraught mother listens 
How her teenage daughter was being torn and eaten
Alive by a bear and its three children. In...

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I lay in bed watching as over ninety-souls passed away
There was nothing I could do except cry upon that day
I lay in my bed my...

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I knelt down and did up her zipper -
Mum struggles with her sight you see
She kissed me gently on the top of my head 
and...

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By Stanley Collymore

At first I wasn’t in the least interested in you. 
But then, why should I be? You, after all, 
are an unmarried and...

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You used to come home from school 
grab two-handfuls of wooden building blocks 
and take one brooding look at the Lego cities 
I’d carefully constructed....

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The Secret


“Don’t tell don’t tell.” she begged of me, with pleading in her eyes
And though I knew I really should. I listened to her cries.
We...

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