2023

Reading

Eating well

Laughing

Loving

Appreciating

Resting 

Healing 

Watching

Surviving 

Not a cold #poem

Heavy limbs 

Pounding headache 

Swollen sore throat 

Taste buds dying

Dry cough

Dry lips

Dry eyes

Dry skin

Two red lines

To prove that you are Ill 

10 days in isolation 

Hoping you make it through 

Hands off my uterus

 Oi you!

Hands off my uterus

My body

My rules

Why does an bundle of cells have more rights than me?  Don’t I count?

Hands off my uterus 

My body 

My rules

A war against women 

A crime against choice

Slowly taking our rights away

Hands off my uterus 

My body 

My rules

Don’t hide behind pro life

It’s pro forced pregnancy 

Smile

Smile

Cheer up

It might never happen.

But what  if it already has?

Sunday

Sunday funday,

Spend the day in bed day.

Uniform washing,

New bedding, 

Get ready for the week day.

Nice big roast,

Antiques road show,

Bath and bed day. 

Hello Spring

Washing drying on the line.

Birds tweeting and children screaming.

Everyone is cutting their grass.

The warm breeze brings the smell of barbecues and the mix of music being played.

Houses are empty.

Gardens are full.

Vitamin D being topped up with tans.

Flowers are blooming.

Bees are buzzing.

Butterflies are fluttering.

Hello spring we have been waiting a long time for you. 

Don’t rush off too soon, we need your gentle heat. 

Time

Time passes slowly,

It is fleeting,

It stands still,

It runs out.

Time passes to quickly,

It waits for no man,

It can’t be turned back,

It goes by.

We ask for less time,

We beg for more,

It never ends,

It stops still.

Time heals all wounds,

The hands of time wave goodbye,

Minutes, hours, seconds go by,

We watch it but never see it.

It speeds up, slows down and stops,

There is never enough of it,

Time is our friend,

Time is our enemy.

There will always be time,

Ours will run out,

Someone else’s will begin.