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Sue Gallagher Poem
She wouldn’t stand no nonsense, she wouldn’t take no bull
She wouldn’t pull no punches, she would tell me – warts and all
She really was a true, true friend in every sense of the word
Always there in times of need, not pushing to be heard
For over 40 years now, I’ve loved my Wise Owl Friend
Even tho’ there have been times she’s driven me round the bend!
When the chips were down, when I needed to heal
She would always be there, knowing how I would feel
We would sit and discuss, put the world to rights
Or just listen to music on many a night
She with her book, me with the telly
Then out would come a comment that would really shake your belly
She made me smile so often, now I know she will be cross
Because I cannot help my crying for she is an enormous loss
She will tell me to just stop snivelling and get on with my life
But who will I pick up the phone to when there are times of strife
I’ll never forget, I’ll miss her so much
She told it like it is but with a real human touch.
Fly high my Wise Owl – see you up there!
Copyright © Sue Gallagher | Year Posted 2018
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Sue Gallagher Poem
Bossy I am and bossy I be
How did I get to that?
From the meek and frightened child
I used to be
Always smiling, loads of fun
Don’t they know I scream inside?
I say I’ve left the past behind
Some of you know that’s impossibility
Some days I know I’m an OK kind
Other days I want to curl up and die
I feel the sniggers behind my back
I feel the knives they throw
I know I moan a lot, a lot
I know I’m so lucky with what I’ve got
Compared to what I had………..
In my childhood
I ache with sadness. Why me? Why me?
I try to say good things happened to me also
When others say what a great time they had
And what wonderful parents they’ve got…..
I hope they know what they’ve got
I don’t want pity
I don’t want special measures
I just want to be liked for the nice person inside
But sometimes, when the sadness overwhelms me
I know I can be boss or ratty, or not so nice
Aren’t we all a bit like that?
But stop and think
When someone is sad and not their “normal” self
Don’t get cross with them.
Ask them how they are
Show you care
Be there
Because you never know what pain they’re hiding
And sometimes, we just can’t say because the floodgates would open
Our insides would turn out and we’d break
We’ve built ourselves to be strong but inside is so raw
Angry is inside me too……….Why me? Why me?
Copyright © Sue Gallagher | Year Posted 2018
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Sue Gallagher Poem
I don’t know what to do and I don’t know where to go
I try so very hard each day not to let my feelings show
But how long can one pretend that you’re really on the mend?
Why has my life turned out like this, why is it all so sad?
Is it a remainder of the things I never had?
I tried to be so kind and good but all I have is pain
Will I ever be truly happy – I cannot say again
I am so very lucky compared to other folk,
My problems are really not so great, so why the heavy yolk?
I’ll just keep trudging on then and hope I see the light
No one can ever say of me “she gave up without a fight”
But I’m oh so tired of trying, I’m weary and forlorn
A mother’s love I never had – is that why I’m so torn?
As a child when I was hurting there was no one to see or tell
I just had to put up and shut up - couldn’t they see I was hurting like hell
The bad things that were done to me, the cruel, sadistic things
I never said a word and if I had – who would have heard?
I’m not sorry for myself, just sad and angry too
But you know me – I’ll always say “fine”
And let a smile show though
Copyright © Sue Gallagher | Year Posted 2018
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