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My Royal Marine

16/9/2015

I had always said, from the start,
I'd never let a marine have my heart.
But when you walked into my life,
I knew I wanted to be your wife.
 
Although it can sometimes be hard,
I love you whether you're near or far.
And when it comes to you being gone,
The love you give me keeps me strong. 
 
You have given me more than I could have dreamed,
My wonderful, lovely Royal Marine.
A little boy, a wonderful home,
A piece of happiness to call my own. 
 
While we wait for number two,
It reminds me daily how much I love you. 
When your not here, I do feel sad,
But then I remember, you're not just my husband,
Your the boys incredible dad.
 
The distance is great, but our love is greater.
Our love is strong, and it makes me stronger.
Until you get back, you're in my dreams.
My handsome, soul mate, Royal Marine.

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Count the Kicks

1 2 3 4 5 6
Oh how exciting! My how you kick!
1 2 3 4 5 6
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
This one will be in the starting 11!
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
1 2 3 4 5 
That's it angel, rest now you're tired.
1 2 3 
You're not being very active today
1 2
Is everything okay with you?
1
Was that a kick? Or was it a grumble. 
I must call the midwife, make sure there's no trouble.

32 weeks, still so tiny, so small.
Nothing is as beautiful, nothing at all.
Counting the kicks, knowing your pattern,
Made me get help when it mattered.
Who knew Something so precious, 
Could be so strong?
And Knew how to tell me something was wrong.

Now you can sleep,
Dream of calves, lambs and chicks,
We owe everything to 
Counting the kicks.

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Mr and Mrs War

Boom! 
There goes his dignity,
There goes his life.
How do we tell his mother? 
Who's going to tell his wife?
His frail, broken frame 
Stretchered away.
Only recognisable by 
An obituary and tags with his name.
"He'll never make the flight." 

Wait!
He's awake with the lads 
Comparing battle scars,
His morale is high, 
He's laughing and joking,
He's winding up the nurses
On their views of him smoking.
"Oh yes m'am you're right it could kill me!!"

The compensation comes in,
Over a mil!
That's when his wives eyes 
started to fill. 
But not with tears, not with remorse.
But with pound signs, 
Shoes and new bags of course.
"I'll buy him a house.
I'll adapt to his needs. 
I'll make people see my sacrifice.
It's clearly not greed."

Later she leaves him,
Demanding even more!
She wants her fair share
For him being blown up in war!
I have to make sure the kids get fed,
"How much money do you need?
You've got no legs!"

Little does she see, 
She doesn't understand,
What kept him fighting
In that war torn land.
Why he didn't do as expected.
Why he made that long journey home.
To see her and the girls,
To watch them grow.
His body is broken,
His mind not all there,
But he can still feel pain,
He will always care.

So Mrs A were so sorry,
For your pain and sacrifice. 
Said not even one single
Real Military wife.

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Battle of Britain

18.9

Did you hear them? 
That roaring sound Of propellers whirring, And Bombs hitting the ground?

I wasn't there. But there's something so magical when their presence is felt in the crisp autumn air. 
Feeling a mixture of pride, loss and fear,
The spitfire noise, getting ever so near.

Not just a relic, locked away in a shed.
Taken out for odd occasions from their dusty old beds. 
How glorious they look, cruising the sky! How swiftly they move, how incredibly they fly. 

The acrobats and dog fights,
Which paint a generation. When a war took part over head our home nation. 
Tonight they blanket the sky over Leeming. Creating a excitement and that old proud feeling. 

Always remember the Battle of Britain.

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Ode To the Annoying Pig

Peppa Pig oh Peppa Pig,
Tormentor of my sanity.
The hours of peace and tranquility
Mean absolutely nothing to me.
You're rude and you're bossy.
Yet you captivate little eyes endlessly.
They watch you almost religiously.
Oh Peppa Pig, oh Peppa Pig,
Why doth thou torture me?

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The Bakers Letter

Deep in the mud, shit and blood,
Hidden behind pastures of razor wire,
A lonely baker writes home.

"My dearest girl, im doing good,
But it's getting colder, were low on food. 

I don't intend on dying, but if I do,

Don't think about me here on the line,
I don't want that playing on your mind.
Imagine us together holding hands,
WalKing in Whitby along the sand.
With every passing breeze I'll always be there.
When the sun illuminates your rich auburn hair.
I'm sorry my dear, but now I must go,
Those bastards Germans want a show. 

I won't be home by Christmas.
They lied. "

The letter she received said,

"he fought with courage, 
He fought with strength.
He sacrificed himself for his fellow trench mates.
You should be proud"

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Changes

The warmth of the sun has been swallowed.
Absorbed by the dense, fearce fog. 
The colour of life drained through the sieve of Autumn. 
Only traces of oranges, Browns and reds to be seen.
The land appears bleak, baron and bare.
Summer is decaying in the sodden ground.
Trees stand naked, their life swept into piles beneath. 
Birds scavenge for food before the frost bites. 

But if you look a little closer, beyond what you see,
Autumn appears alive, alert and attractive.
The grass stands jewelled like emeralds shining.
The colours combine to create a camouflage carpet,
Providing and protecting the army of mini beasts below.
Hidden gems of precious life are all around.
Summer doesn't die, it provides power and life.
Feeding and nurturing like a mother to its child. 

So pull on the boots for jumping in puddles, 
Go and explore the deep forest so dark and damp.
Embrace the changes from season to season,
As one dies another leaps into life. 
You just need to open your eyes.

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Autumn

The coldness bites again,
Chasing away the close summer air.
The frost is coming fast now,
Little hands not to be caught unprepared. 
The lush greens of sunshine, 
The warm orange and golden glows,
Replaced by crisp Browns and reds,
Children dream of the not to distant snow.
But this is not why I love autumn.

It is Not the fires with ember glowing,
It is not the trick or treaters 
Collecting sweets with cheeks All Rosey.
Autumn is when I met you, little man.
The season my world was made.
When I first heard you cry and mum became a Nan,
When I held you close and promised I'd always love you like it I do today. 

So, little prince, when you ask where the warmth has gone,
And why the leaves must fall, 
The answer is simple angel, 
The warmth left the sky the trees are bare,
But that's because my heart is full. 

By Staci Croxton

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Stop

What I say.

Don't do that! Put that down!
Stop acting up, stop playing the clown!
No you can't have cake, it's 7am!
Let go of the cat! I said put that down!
Why must you insist on eating stones?
No darling, you're not a dog.
Please put down the bone. 

Stop running around and making a mess,
Oh my god! That's my wedding dress!
Just you wait until your father gets home!
Please don't dial 999 in the phone!
Please eat your carrots, broccoli and peas,
Oh sod it I'll cook you Toast and baked beans!
No! It's time for bath time and bed.
havent you listened to a word I've said?!

What I mean.

Calm down little monster, time's on your Side.
I'll start counting, you go and hide.
Have an adventure! Play make believe.
You be a dragon, I'll be the queen.
Why don't we get out the glitter and glue?
Let's make daddy a picture of the stars and moon.

It's time for bed now, rest your eyes.
I'll watch over you until you rise. 
I don't mean to shout, I don't always say no.
But you're growing so quickly, it scares me so.
I'll try to be calmer, I'll try to say yes. 
Just keep the crayons away from my wedding dress. 

Or simply...

I love you.

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Where Were You

Where were you when you heard the news?
Going to work, already at school?
That one moment when the world changed,
When time stood still, and fear turned to hate. 
The boom of heavy hearts, masked the crumbling towers,
The tears in their torrents fell like April showers. 
The chaos, the debris, the pain and the fear, 
Killing the mothers, fathers, children and friends held dear. 
14 years gone, the pain is still real, 
For those left behind, the scars will never heal. 
Never forget the brave who went in to save them, 
The flames and the destruction  were nothing to them. 
Where were you when you heard the news?