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My baby's gone and left me.
I lie awake at night.
Is she alright?

My baby's gone and left me.
No longer to see.
Does she miss me?

My baby's gone and left me.
Tears are in my eyes.
Ain't no surprise.

My baby's gone and left me.
I wish her no strife.
Light of my life.

You sit and wait, wait and walk, nothing happens no nothing at all. When is the time going to come, what will it be like? Other's they know and can't seem to explain it in the way that I can understand. Words sputter out of their mouths but to my ears, it seems to be heard yet there is no understanding of what they are expressing and this may be from having yet to experience what they have endured. One thing they all say that brings me comfort is that when you give birth you are never the same but it is in a very good way that you are for-ever changed.
Your body becomes a vessel for another human being, another life is actually growing inside of my body, this I say is totally amazing. One thing us women have over men, is the transforming of our bodies into a life giving instrument for a baby, a gift from God it truly is and we are strengthened in ways of unbelief to endure pain, and at the same time we are recieving a beatiful expression of love.
Once a woman now a mother, the journey has begun and what a ride it will be for the rest of my life, and I can hardly wait. With joy in my heart, love all around me, I am ready for the transformation to begin that will have many ups and downs, but that's alright for now I am a Mother and ready, set, and go.

i never knew what words to choose today
to talk about my mother in my very own way
she always tried her best, maybe not always right
but if anyone tried to hurt her kids. she would put up
one hell of a fight.
and when i went through my heartbreaks, and boy
i have had some
she was there to pick up the pieces
thanks i love you mum
you were there to give your love from when
i was a kid
and you still are giving it now because you
always did
you were not only there to wash and feed me and
wash my dirty clothes
or run out to the playground and wipe
my snotty nose
these memories will always stay here in my heart
until the day i die
and now that you are ailing now its my turn
to try
to show the care you showed for me, before you
say goodbye
to wipe your brow and sit with you
i promise not to cry
and i promise mum i will be there to care
and do my part
thankyou so much for being mum,
i love you with all my heart

ah to feel a hold of a love,

how long ago this may be..


She died so so long ago,

haste not to date sence,

or let i get hurt by death of two.

Ah to feel a hold of a love,

would be lovely,

would be awsome,

but, must i take a risk?

Must i loose yet another child,

and possible wife?


Ah there in deed lies the quetion,

in my life...

On The Day Burns Died

A lone hill fox howled when an eagle cried loudly
in mourning the sky darkened and grew cloudy.
Silent grieving grouse in fields of heather beds
kept hidden under weeping bonny purple heads.
The tinkling droplets of the river’s soft texture
stilled, taciturn, pausing nature’s manufacture.
When the angels whispered that day’s lament
slowly came the end of a Scotsman’s torment.
A timorous wee creature shrieked and cried
announcing to the world a great man had died.
Sad mountains peaked morning’s misty breath
and stags ears drooped on hearing of the death.
God in his wisdom made a heavenly declaration
then steadied himself for his best presentation.
All the animals in wonder saw a beam in the sky
blinking at each other as his soul journeyed high.
When God greeted Robert and held out his hand
he smiled and spread sunshine all over the land.
So, the glories of this country will not sit in shade
and the words of our chief bard will never fade!

sonofadam

Don’t drop me in it if you see my wife,
don’t tell her where you saw me yesterday.
I know you wouldn’t want to cause me strife,
and if you told her, there’d be hell to pay,

I wasn’t doing anything improper,
but even so, she wouldn’t understand.
Once she starts there is no way to stop her.
When she loses it things soon get out of hand.

I am aware of how it looked and what you’re thinking,
but what you thought it was, well it was not
No doubt you just assumed that I’d been drinking
when you thought you saw me doing you know what.

I’m glad we’ve had this chance to sort this out,
and that my side of the story has been put.
So now you know there’s nothing to make a fuss about,
I’m relying on you to keep your big mouth shut.

So thanks a lot for this, you won’t regret it.
Oh, and that twenty quid you owe me, let’s just forget it.

To reproduce
involves seduce
Condom misuse
And egg produce
Nine months womb use
Labour induce
To introduce
New life let loose

I am an evil parent,
I know that this is true,
it’s a crime against humanity,
the things I make you do.
It’s really mental cruelty,
when I start to shout and ball,
of jam that’s splattered up the stairs,
the cornflakes in the hall.
The smelly socks that span the landing,
really aren’t at all outstanding,
It wasn’t you that broke the door,
nor dropped the clothes that sprawl your floor.
I bought a cake for Sunday lunch,
you ate it all and called it brunch.
I made a pud all yummy goo,
you took one look and scoffed that too.
Some things I do you find obscene,
like fill a plate with things of green.
As if such things would pass your lips,
so I relent and you have chips.
It’s Amnesty for brussel sprouts,
a swede would give you temper bouts.
A hormone rush you’d scream and rage,
I daren’t tell you to ‘act your age’.
‘Your music’s loud’ I say so bold,
a grumpy fart and oh so old.
But all these things they are forgiven,
when Speech Day prizes they are given.

Once in a lifetime
There comes a man like you
Who bears a son much like yourself
And I know it’s hard for you to believe
That he’s grown into a man
But father, I sincerely understand
And I have always remembered
That once, every night of my existence
To thank my lucky stars
That you’ve given me the strength
To be a better man
By providing a guiding light
With your wisdom
Your encouragement
Your love
But there comes a time
In our evolution through life
When a father and a son, can no longer be as one
And it took me so long to recover
From the pain of having denied the love
I once so dearly relied upon
It takes more than time to discover
That for both the young and old
Truth is sometimes cold but right
This is my life and I will always hold my own
Even when it means hurting us both
But all the wrongs became the rights
When we stopped to wonder “how”
By looking inside our hearts
With humble honesty
To discover what has been kept hidden
And accept the truths
That have been avoided
By the ignorance of stubborn pride
And yes, my dear father
Look at us … We are better friends now

I look at him in disbelief
For it is my brother I see
Our eyes now fix upon each other
His wicked smile fills me with glee.

Some may say dreams have false meaning
While others observe them with no harm
For this dream for sure I will covet
As my brother and I are wrapped in arm.