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you're just a boy
but you have to become the man
you've had no direction
just the love of your gran
you understand not
the reasons why
your father is everything
in your dreams and your sigh
but you've never met
so how do you know
what it is that
makes your ideals grow
then out of the blue
he's on your stoop
your vision a reality
so whats the scoop
he's down on his luck
and has two mates
but he's everything to you
and opened the gates
your life has direction
or so you may think
until you realise
he is just a fink
only really there
to find his stash
taking advantage of you
as easy as flash
so hope is redeemed
and put on the shelf
where all your concerns
about your self
wander aimlessly
amidst your desire
to be a part of
your fathers admire.............

is only been a day or so
since you left for home
a hollowness in my heart
is an ache that has grown
my ears seek your soothing voice
my eyes search for your smile
in every corner of my day
each second is a mile
i fill my thoughts of other things
to kill time in its tracks
but slowly you return to me
as those thoughts slip through the cracks
i wait to hear your lovely voice
it sounds so far away
i wait to feel your softest touch
to enlighten my dullest grey
i know it's just a little time
before united we will be
but at this very moment
the distance is all i see.......

pity all around.

oh well.

listen now.

betray this later.

when there is few who care.

muster.

As one gets older we look back over the years,
we made and lost many friends through neglect or death,
so many happy times and some with tears,
but what we have is family in depth,

Some of us are lucky we have plenty of kin,
a few of us only have themselves alone,
I remember the time I helped my sister break her shin,
but what awaits us all in the future is deaths tome,

So I ponder my time on this earth,
many mistakes and good choices too,
but in reality what is it all worth,
good times seem very rarely in view,

Now as time continues to roll on like a steady beat of drums,
I think carefully of the siblings my family,
most have children daughters and sons,
so for all this is my small homily,

I have a sister who has the terminal cancer plight,
now her husband is a slow sufferer too,
both have been always loving and full of fight,
their own big family growing all with life anew,

Here I sit maybe alone and in excellent health,
wishing at times at one can say or do,
wondering why sometimes the wrong cards are dealt,
My sister dear I would give the remainder of my life to you,

For then you can be there and watch the grandchildren grow,
morbid my thoughts of long life can be,
but some of us have lived through perilous times, many times so,
one or two here carry the same dreams of death we have seen and long to be free,

So you look up into the skies looking for the one called God,
praying and declaring your true loving faith,
we continue to grasp the straws and in this life plod,
so one day I will soon mourn members of my family as is the fate,

My mother the lasting matriarch,
growing older and frailer too,
I know you wish to go before your child leaves her spark,
so all the family you have, will always love you.

The chesty coughs of infant's in the morn,
and the frost that melted,
on the inside of the bedroom windows.
Our beds blanketed,
with old coats,
that had seen better days of town's war and street fair.

Then Father would leave throught the tumb latched door,
to farm the land that kept our bellies fed.
Whilst Mother would fill the turf basket,
to rekindle the glow in the embers of the ash.

The water barrell, with it's thick lid of ice,
was broken to make the pot of tea.
Then Mother would make the stir-about,
For Johnny and me.

Father with his lone horse and plough,
would be warm by now.
And on his plate,
sat bacon, eggs and toast.
Cooked on the range that Mother slaved to.

When I became a man,
I ate from his plate.
My bacon, my eggs, my toast.

And looking back to then,
I lived the struggle.
Of rural life.
With my dirty cold bare feet of 1916.


Liza Mc Beth.

16/1/14.

I am reflecting back on my life.
Yet what reflection do i see?
Who is looking back at me?
Child careful not to upset anyone.
Adult who is used to being abused.
Content wife walking God's path.
The widow walking in faith.
I never know which one.
Will make an appearance into the day.
Which one wants an appearance.
Can i just always see the real me
looking back at me.

Warm inviting arms
open wide
unconditional love.
Asking me
How was your day?
My church
My family
reaching out to me
making sure i am ok.
Being uplifted to
my family.
Trying to bring them
to church to show
Christ through
another way.
Sports
Events
Pulling them in.
Thank you
Lord for them.
My christian
brothers & sisters.
A gift from
GOD
THANK YOU.

Thank you for your time...

Waiting for those sweet faces that one can kiss,
to hold them close and to let them know your there,
telling them no matter where they are they will be surely missed,
whispering sweet nothings, tell them that you really care,

Tenderly touching their cheeks, kissing that brow,
smiling widely when you see them smile back at you,
bathing their cuts and scratches, dont make it a row,
telling them that bedtime story now its time for sleep too,

You look and watch them slowly grow into young men,
trying very hard not to scold when mistakes are made,
those first years are always the best, you look back then,
remembering those antics and pranks, doing favours for trade,

I remember those toy fights they used to like,
both attacking at once from different direction.
I also remember the days they each got their own bike,
its nice to remind yourself of your love and affection,

Time passes us all and we soon grow old,
now they have their own children to keep in memory too,
they no longer listen to you when told,
memories of my love for both of you.

Your words cut me
so DEEP.
Tearing my flesh
from my bones.
Leaving it for the
vultures to devour.
This is how you made
me feel since i can
r. e. m. e. m. b. e. r.
EXPOSED
OPEN
for all the world to
see the torment and
tragedy you caused me.
Trying to pull out of
this with some semblance
of positivity.
Yet there is none for
me to see.
Promising myself never
to be the image of you.
Never to let you change
my life to fit your needs.
Only grow and love like
never before.
Somewhere out there is
happiness for me.
I just need to reach out
for it with both hands
and pull it into me.
I deserve this day of
smiles.
I deserve to be here and
say LORD you have shown
me the way.
I get down on my knees
crying out to HIM our
father saying thank you
for watching out for me.
For without you i could
of never found this
freedom i seek.
This family i ache for.
I could never have turned
into the real me you see
before you now.
Thank you for seeing me
and the person i could be
if i just let her free.