thoughts and things

Tag: Poetry

Dear Baby 

Sorry baby, we haven’t meant to totally ignore you for the past 7 months….. Dear Baby I’m sorry you’ve taken a back seat  I’m sorry I’ve sort of forgot  I’m sorry you’re soon to be wearing castoffs  And sleeping in a second hand cot  I […]


Have you ever lost a ticket, a receipt? Something you really wanted to keep Have you ever held it so tight That you thought you’d never lose it But then it gets so familiar  That feel between your fingers  you don’t realise it’s not there? […]

Stress eating – a poem

Costa Skinny Latte and a Full fat Muffin

A fruity flapjack fits the Bill and I’m not bluffing

a diet coke or two and a rich tea if it is there

by the time the birthday cakes arrived

I’m starting not to care
you have to pay on debit card £3 is the aim

so grab a kitkat chunky and a double decker to your shame

you know you are in trouble when you have crumbs upon your desk

wrappers piling higher than paperwork that you detest
you consider eating the alpen bar that’s been in your bag a week

when someone asks whos eaten their crisps you turn and do not speak

your diet coke consumption has gone right through the roof

you empty your own desk bin so that you can hide the proof
but when its gets to crunch time, a twix will do the job

at least when you have your mouth full, you do not swear or lob

It really takes the biscuit, when you’re pushed to the extreme 

To have to choose a rich tea as there are no custard creams
You’re on the hit list for the tea fund, as you haven’t paid

But you have consumed their doughnuts and a cake that Mary made

Some people may do yoga, peace and calm, may meditate

But stress eating is the thing that I just have to contemplate


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 […]

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 […]

Swallow the Sadness

I have to tell people they are dying.

Do you know how that feels?

to see the life drain away from them

the moment the words fall from my lips

like poison


I have to tell people they will not get better

that there is no hope to hold

they let go, set adrift, no turning  back

I can not tell them where they are going


Promises can not be made

I can not say how it will feel

no pain? how can I say you won’t feel pain

the loss of life and leaving  those loved

the ache can not be cured


I say I am sorry – what am I sorry for?

an absurd word to say, but I say it none the less

I hold your hand with a heavy heart

the air thick with dying cells and sickness


and then I walk away, into the outside

fill my lungs with air fresh and free

walk on to the next person that I see

I swallow the sadness and it dissipates

I can forget; but you can not


Crayon craziness

Crayons crayons crayons! You are so colourful and stubby You are just the right size for me With hands so small and chubby The paper is so crisp and white It’s just right to have a scribble Black, brown and blue I love them all […]

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 […]

Mealtime Fun

When you don’t eat
And throw your food
Some people think
It’s rather rude

You point demand the biscuit tin
-But hold on we’re yet to start
Eat a few veggies, potatoes or peas
Don’t just sit there, and rip it apart

I wrack my brains
I huff and puff
Over the stove
To make you stuff

That glint in your eye
As you pick up your spoon
And aim it towards me
My heart fills with gloom

I’ve just got ready for work
And you’re eating toast
you rub your hands all over me
Peanut butter you boast

You’ll squish and pinch
You’ll sniff and lick
But actually eat it?
You won’t miss a trick

You’ll take a bite
And then I cheer
Only for you to go crazy
Spaghetti thrown at my ear

You say you want that banana
I am not so sure
When you ram it into your mouth
Then spit it onto the floor

Mealtimes are messy
They are supposed to be fun
You certainly like mealtimes
But the reason is wrong

Things I wish I’d never bought

A rocking chair A baby bath A ball with an annoying laugh A baby bouncer Long sleeved vests Velcro bibs don’t stand the test A bouncy chair you didn’t like That ceiling projector went off in the night You didn’t sit in the bumbo for […]

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