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I have held many hands.

Hands rough with work and wear

Hands soft and smooth

Hands that have cared.

Hands that are shaking

Hands that earthquake tremor

Hands that wipe away tears

Hands that cannot remember

Hands that feel no more

Hands grasping for answers

Hands wringing and wrought

Hands, tiny and delicate

Hands soft and new

Hands praying, forgiveness

Hands praying, for answers

Hands to rub and soothe

Hands waving and frantic

Hands slapping

Hands clapping

Hands into fists of anger

Hands thumping and hitting

Hands on laps,

Hands, palms held up

Hands cleansed with water

Hands thick with dirt, yellowing nails

Hands do not lie

Hands tell our stories

I have held many hands

Let me hold yours

You Were Mine for Nine Months

You were mine for 9 months.

No-one else knew you, but I did.

Now you will never only be mine again.

You are being stolen from me

in front of my eyes.

You have their blood, but I do not

You breathe their lives, into your lungs

You see things only your eyes will see.

You are a piece of me-

I feel my heart is being cut out.

What have I done to my soul

Shattered into pieces

Dispersed across the universe

The wind will wind and weave

Dance down the paths we tread

I let go of the ribbon

A balloon into the sky

You were mine for 9 months.

You mean the world to me

I don’t write down the words you say
I can’t remember what you did yesterday
I don’t have a lock of hair stashed away
Yet you mean the world to me

I may not measure every inch you grow
Or have kept every one of your Babygros
My feelings for you I may not always show
Yet you mean the world to me

I may not do crafts or help you make cakes
Swimming or yoga – you I do not take
My smiles can sometimes be a bit fake
Yet you mean the world to me

I haven’t written about every day
Or when you walked, or toys you play
Sometimes I want you to just go away
Yet you mean the world to me

I don’t catalogue your life so far
I’ve forgotten much, it’s a bit of a blur
To tell the truth it’s been quite hard
Yet you mean the world to me

I can’t sew or make fancy dress
The house is almost certainly a mess
You aren’t coordinated when you’re dressed
Yet you mean the world to me

I think of you before I sleep
Sometimes for you, a tear I weep
My heart’s forever yours to keep
Because you mean the world to me

Wishes – Prose for thought


Write your wishes on a note
Throw a penny in a fountain
Don’t forget what you have wrote
Even if you climb a mountain

One day you will see fruits appear
Reward for all the hard work toiling
Until that day keep up, keep working
Your wishes you can’t go a-spoiling

It’s in your sights,
It can be achieved
It’s yours by rights
Keep going, succeed

When you get there
Empty space
Energy gone
You’ve won the race

What now, where to, what do you do?
There’s nothing left to fight for
This prize leaves a slightly bitter taste
Your wish now leaves you wanting more

How can it be that what we hope
Is never what it seems
You work until your heart could break
But it was better in your dreams

So pick up the pen and write again
Throw new penny, make a wish
Nothing else to do about
But to start again, not finish

Emily Tealady 2013

Thicker Than Water -Prose for Thought

Thicker Than Water

For Lydia


Two links joined together

links that cannot break

we are thicker than water

we are love and hate


two sides of the same coin

both turning different ways

whichever way life spins us

we cry, we laugh, we craze


whatever highs and lows; the ebbs and flows

a shoulder, a heart, a hand is there

a bond so invisible it shows

a person who will always care


Libra lifting like air signs do

breathing life into your dreams

carrying  little bird into the sky

I hope you will spread your wings and fly


you are the calm waters into which I retreat

have faith in yourself; as you do in me

I know you can do this; don’t admit defeat


Emily Tealady 2013

Prose for Thought

This wasn’t how it was meant to be

This wasn’t how it was meant to be

2 years ago you went away

you left us, went when we left the room

I’ll never forget that time ticking silence

that never ending day, sun sliding slowly

I’ll never forget that room, so small, stuffy, suffocating

This wasn’t how it was meant to be.


we sang, we talked, we stroked your hand,

you were so weak, you looked so different

you mumbled, moaned, you couldn’t speak

I wanted you to stay but I knew it wasn’t fair

a selfish thought, a selfish thing to want,

to remain in that pain

This wasn’t how it was meant to be.


Grandad sang Nat King Cole

‘When I fall in Love, It’ll be Forever’

tears streaming, we knew it wasn’t long

but you didn’t want to bother us

you didn’t want a fuss

we left the room, for only minutes

Grandad went home to get some things

we were laughing about something, smiling

then the Nurse came in, we knew, we knew

a dip so deep in my stomach,

my heart exploded into shards

rushing and running and racing and screaming and crying

up the long long corridor, running to an awful truth

bursting into the room – you’d gone, you’d left

This wasn’t how it was meant to be.


The last thing I heard you say

‘I Love You Em’


Nan; loss; death; dying; losing a loved one

Me and My Nan


Emily Tealady 2013



Crazy With Twins
Prose for Thought

Sleeping – Prose for Thought


Oh how I took for granted
The easy slumber’s now departed
That fog when you awake;
I’m in a semi conscious state

Delirium at 4 o’clock
Hold the babe and rock rock rock
Jolting yourself you nearly fell
Oh how I wish I had a spell

When I was younger I didn’t think
I clearly was the weakest link
All those times I got up early
Such a fool; I wasn’t worthy

A few hours to recharge
My sanity is now at large
I try to keep myself from weeping
Oh how I miss that thing called sleeping

Emily Tealady 2013

Prose for Thought