I love to write poetry so I thought I’d start a thread in this section for my poems so I can post more. I hope you enjoy my poems, some are funny some are very sad as I wrote a lot of poems to help me cope with my grief of losing my Mum and Sister.
Here is a comical one,
As I’m getting older
Here is what I’ve noticed
My memory’s done a bunk
Feel I’m going round the twist
I’ll walk into the kitchen
Then I.ll stand and stare
As I think I scratch my head
Trying to remember why I’m there
Unwanted hair keeps sprouting
I’ve got a beard and a tash
I don’t want to shave
Or I’ll come out in a rash
As I sit and pluck me chin
I’ll shout ‘COME OUT YA SWINE’
They are such stubborn buggers
These witchy hairs of mine
As I get up from my chair
To answer my telephone
My legs have seized up again
I let out a howling moan
Ooo I need to pee
I better go right away
If I don’t hurry up
My pee will go astray
Looking in the mirror
Another crease has appeared
Oh no, the crinkly skin is here
Just as I’ve always feared
All these things that happen
The heavy and hard load
We have no choice but deal with it
It’s part of our lifes road
I wrote this poem a few days after my mum passed away suddenly. Little did I know that within a couple of weeks my beloved sister was to pass away suddenly too. I comfort myself with knowing they are together in Heaven.
Empty Chair
Entering the room
I saw an empty chair
Where not so long ago
I saw Mum sitting there
The overwhelming grief
is oh so hard to bear
I want my Mum again
to be sitting in that chair
How am I going to cope
now my Mum is gone
It’s going to be so hard
for me to carry on
But then I heard a voice
I heard my dear Mum say
"Be strong my dearest daughter
each and every day
Daddy needs you now
and the family too
Take care of them for me
they really do need you"
Don’t worry dearest Mum
I’ll hug them as they weep
You are now free to go
into eternal sleep
Thank you RN. It has been very painful and I will never truly get over losing my mum and sister, my sister was my best friend and I miss her more than I could ever describe. Had she still be alive I would have introduced her to this group, everyone would have loved her, she was a funny lady with a beautiful heart of gold.
I write some of my poems to help me through my grief which never seems to get any easier as they say it does x
I have just found this.
I love them LQ.
The sad one made me cry.
You are very like me, you write poetry to help you cope. I do either that, or I paint.
It helps. Xxx
