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Best Poems Written by Cheryl Davies

Below are the all-time best Cheryl Davies poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Lucky To Be Me

Life it can be complicated, 
cruel and unkind.
Why does it have to be like that?
The answers I can’t seem to find.

Some days I feel hard done to,
Downtrodden, my life’s unfair. 
Then I take a good look around,
And realise I shouldn’t despair.

My life’s not perfect but who’s life is?
I know that grateful I should be.
Give me health and happiness,
Any day over being wealthy.

I have 3 healthy beautiful children, 
A mother whom I adore,
A bunch of other lovely relatives,
My husband, a few friends, who needs more?

Yes we have no spare cash,
But we have house over our head.
Yes we work very hard for what we have,
But we rest every night in a bed.

Our loved ones are mainly healthy, 
Managing to live out a good life.
Not going through what others have been,
Never knowing their losses and strife.

Some people they aren’t half as lucky,
They face struggles I’ve never known.
I can’t imagine having to sleep in a box,
And calling that box my home.

Some people are born into poverty,
Having to beg to get anything to eat.
out in the freezing cold weather,
In doorways they take their seat.

Now can we just think about sickness.
The best we can have is our health.
As without that we have nothing,
Its truly a poor mans wealth.

Don’t get me started on abuse.
The victims who’ve experienced the pain.
I can never begin to imagine,
How they can ever rebuild their lives again.

Those soldiers who have been to war,
Who’ve seen images more than horrific.
With little help when they return,
They need something soporific.

So now I feel bad for feeling down,
I have no reason to be glum.
Because in fact, I have an amazing life,
And the best part is being a Mum.

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Super Mum

You’re only a mum,
But that’s all it takes.
To be super human,
You don’t even get breaks.

You’re a cook, A dish washer,
A cleaner, a nurse.
A teacher, a councillor,
A referee, an open purse.

A sports coach, a cheerleader,
The taxi of mum.
At 2am in the morning,
Just a call and you will come.

Party, event organiser,
And holiday planner.
Clothes and food shopper,
Listener, and even fake tanner.

No time for yourself, 
No breaks and no wages.
Dealing with toddler tantrums, 
And hormonal rages.

You always come last,
and you always feel tired.
You should have a rest, 
But it’s not how you’re wired.

A thankless task,
That’s never ever done. 
You’re often left feeling,
Where is the fun?

Hot drinks or warm food, 
Now rarely cross your lips.
And your underwear
All tattered with holes and rips.

To cap it all off, 
you go out to work too.
It’s nothing short of amazing,
Just what you can do.

You are super human! 
Admit it you must.
You must be a saint, 
For the gut you must bust.

But it all becomes worth it,
When you look at their smiles.
Being a mum has to be
the best job by miles.

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Happy Birthday Grandma

Happy Birthday Grandma, we are celebrating another year
You may not know it’s your birthday, but we do and we cheer
We get to spend some more valuable time before the dreaded day draws near
A truly inspirational woman that forever I will hold dear.
You may not know our names or what you mean to us
And if you could communicate you would tell us not to make a fuss
You have always put everyone else first, without a thought for yourself
Joining in with all the silliness and even dressing as an elf
All the costume making and carnivals raising money for charity
And all the happy memories I can still see with clarity
I hope they never fade away as I become aging too
It’s so cruel Grandma what Alzheimer’s has done to you
An extremely clever lady, who never gave up learning
Joining the U3A, for that knowledge you never ceased yearning.
Reminiscing about the games we played, in particular Blackfeet
And all your special “shortcuts” as you’d walk with us round the street.
You’ve taught me the kind of woman I would like to be
The reason that I went onto study and complete my degree
Although my first ever career option was to be retired like you
It seemed a splendid option, which I hope one day I will enjoy too
Spending time with grandchildren, canal side walks we would take
Sitting around your fishpond and all the activities in which we would partake
Teaching us about nature, plants and generally helping us to learn
The cookery lessons you gave me too, although food I still tend to burn
The times tables tapes that were continually on repeat
and dressing up with material, inventing new outfits with just a sheet
The endless fashion shows you put up with, and the enthusiasm you did show
There will never be any kind of doubt how much you helped us grow.
So thank you Grandma for everything, I hope you have a special day
a wonderful woman, who forever in everyone’s hearts will stay.
Happy Birthday Grandma!

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The Best Mum I Can Be

I come home from work, and if I’ve had a terrible day,
I have little patience, and sometimes I shout in the worst way.

Does that mean I’m a bad mum? no certainly not.
Does that stop the thought creeping in?
No not a jot.

I sometimes go to the toilet, just for some space.
Sometimes when they talk to me, I’m not looking at their face.

Does that mean I’m a bad mum?  No certainly not.
Does that stop the thought creeping in?
No not a jot.

I feed my children nuggets and beans for their tea,
Is it a special treat? no I do it weekly

Does that mean I’m a bad mum? No certainly not.
Does that stop the thought creeping in?
No not a jot.

I wanted to be a mum who is loving, calm, patient and kind
But yet I find myself shouting when lost things I can’t find.

Does that mean I’m a bad mum? No certainly not.
Does that stop the thought creeping in?
No not a jot.

I sometimes miss storytime because I’ve just had enough,
Who knew being a mum could be this tough?

Does that mean I’m a bad mum? no certainly not.
Does that stop the thought creeping in?
No not a jot.

Will I ever not question am I the best mum I can be?
No probably not, but that’s what makes the best mum me!

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Forever Ill

Colds, sore throats, Meningitis,
Now I have the flu.
Wondering will this ever stop?
What do I need to do?
Vitamin supplements I’ve taken,
The guilt from work I dread.
All these negative emotions,
Whilst I’m lying down in my bed.
The children they still need me,
I can’t just lie here and be still.
A mother’s job continues, 
Regardless of whether she’s ill.
School runs still needs doing,
Meals for the little ones too.
Even with a husband,
There’s still all these jobs to do.
At least I will recover, 
In a week I’ll be back on my feet.
I won’t stay feeling down,
I’ll be too busy, there’s jobs to complete.
But while the kids are out at school
I’ll take my chance and rest
This feeling of being ill torments
The weakness I detest.