Poetry
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Worrying and the stress of life, poetry
Life and worrying
Why does life mean stress?
So often I sit in a mess.
Worrying over things I can’t change,
Things done that I can’t rearrange.
Thoughts racing around my head,
Giving me a headache, filling me with dread.An email it can’t be undone,
Words spoken, I can only moan.
Telling myself a day at a time,
Worrying is really not fine.
I need to sit more and relax,
To look after me and that is a fact.Sitting here head in my hands,
The world it doesn’t understand.
Why a mum such as me,
Is not relaxed and care free.
I have many good things going on,
But so often I feel that I’m wrong.Listening to the falling rain,
I can feel life’s repeated strain.
I need to collapse in a heap.
My body is craving more sleep.
With life’s endless and tireless refrain,
Of repeated stress again and again.Homework and holidays
So, what has been happening recently?
What has impacted on me?
School holidays were good,
Enjoying quality time as we should.
The school homework it was completed
And mummy and daddy weren’t defeated.
My son is learning the guitar,
I didn’t think we’d get far.
He is at a new school, he had to catch up,
Mummy nagged and he said ‘enough is enough’.
Proudly by the end of the week,
He’s done well, now for practice he will seek.The children picked daffodils at school,
They really shouldn’t, but they’re nobody’s fool.
On Wednesday I had one with me in my car,
I couldn’t bin it, so it travelled far.
Now, with some others picked later,
It’s sat here pretty, a kitchen feature.Weekend soon
So, as my quiet time comes to an end,
The rain is still falling and it’s soon the weekend.
More homework again to do,
Maths, English and reading to get through.
Time together again,
But this weekend it’s forecast to rain.It’s raining again today,
With another storm on its way.
Trying to take time to rest,
No time to be depressed.
The children they make me smile,
And they make all my stress worthwhile.For more see, My son, reading, and life poetry
From my other blog – Life stress, my novel and my writing
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My Son, reading and life poetry
End of January
We are nearly at the end of January 2020,
Kids back at school and work has been busy.
Working on my life and working on my reading,
With my writing anthology, I’m finally succeeding.
With thanks to my writing group, the story is done,
A demon, a hospital, ghosts, the lives that are gone.
I’m hoping it’s liked enough, to be printed in a book,
Where people will read, drink tea and have a look.
Now as I sit here, my son is not at school,
With a sore tummy Wednesday, he’s nobody’s fool.
I was hoping that he would be back at school today.,
But rules say no, so he gets to quietly play.
Son unwell
He has done some reading, he read some Harry Potter,
But very soon he wanted to be back on the computer.
I thought we could cuddle up and maybe watch the film,
But he’s happier driving cars around a little screen.
Taking my daughter to school they like to run around,
I stood with my Kindle trying to stand my ground.
This last week I have travelled with Debra Purdy Kong,
Her Casey Holland books have got me, you can’t go wrong.
My reading
Casey and Lou, Summer, Stan the buses,
Mainland transport, the drama, the losses.
Book six is released on the 12th February,
Pre-order today, for Casey’s life and rebelry.
The continued balance of writing, work and life,
Ensuring that I read, adding to my strife.
I like spending my day off alone,
Safe in the knowledge it’s just me at home.
As I sit here, typing on my bed,
I have things racing around my head.
Frustrated with the noise of the computer,
The roar of cars, I need to be a better instigator.
Maybe after dinner, we can do some work together,
His fingers are typing quickly on the computer.
Years ago, I wrote poems on a typewriter,
Back then we didn’t know that computers were our future.
Life
Life has changed over the years,
We have all evolved along with our peers.
It’s not just the youngsters enjoying online shopping.
I met a ninety year old, for his Tesco order, online he is hopping.
So, today I’m going to go and make some tea,
Maybe take my son downstairs with me.
Enjoying his sick days, he is making the most of them,
Watching him relaxing, he isn’t unwell often.
I’m lying here trying to stay awake,
The house needs a tidy, my sanity’s at stake.
The washing is racing around the washing machine,
The pile of dishes is bad but really not obscene.
So back to the life of a working stressed out mum,
I know there are jobs I need to get done.
Hope you have all had a good week,
The weekend is here, now fun to seek.
(Please note anything bought through my links will earn me some commission that will help pay for my blog.
Other blogging authors that I’ve read.
Include the work of Stevie Turner
Ritu’s – debut novel – Marriage Unarranged is available for preorder – for release on 9th February
There are many others that I still need to read.
Kindle for kids – I have ordered this today for my daughter’s birthday. My son has said he doesn’t like reading. I’m hoping that seeing his sister read will make him want to read more. She has set up a book corner in her room. I’m wondering if a Kindle will be easier to read then a hard back or paperback. She had a load for Christmas including Nevermoor.
If you have tips for getting a reluctant reader to read, then please do tell me in the comments.
For more see, My life and my family poetry
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To my friend in heaven
To my dear friend now gone into the sky,
We didn’t have the chance to say goodbye.
Time it passes and it flows,
Experiences and life, time it goes.I’ve known you since I was just fifteen,
My life changed when you appeared on the scene.
We had dreams of our lives together, and growing old,
But this life was not what our lives would hold.For the memories we shared and me bunking off school,
The cider and laughter, the fun and playing pool.
The times you would always meet me from work,
Walking home, holding hands, young love it can hurt.The years we spent, thinking our life was forever,
When years later, I realised our destinies were not to be together,
You went your way, and I went mine,
You soon remarried and I did in time.The children we now have, but not together,
The talking we have done on Facebook messenger.
The photos and life on your Facebook page,
Where I have smiled, things change with age.Time it changes things and life moves on,
You think we will forget the life that has gone.
From finding your first love and holding them close,
To it falling apart, not sure who hurts the most.From knowing that person is alive in the world,
Knowing their life will continue to be told.
Knowing they are happy and that they are safe,
Things are okay and no need for grief.From then knowing they are ill, but managing okay,
From chatting on messenger, willing them to stay.
Knowing one day there might be a telephone call,
Knowing that soon, their illness would end it all.Being forewarned doesn’t arm you for the time ahead,
The feelings you have, the pain and the dread.
The knowledge you will never see them again,
Never again message, never again, in this life, be their friend.So goodbye dear friend, I’m sad you had to go,
Hope you are safe with the Angels, you are loved, you know.
One day, I’m sure we will meet again,
For now, goodbye, see you later, my friend.This was written for a friend who was once very close to me, who passed away on Saturday 14th December 2019. May he forever rest in peace!
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