My POEMS…….Part 2

Here are part two of the words dreamed up from my head. (correctly formatted by T-Jay)

The following few are ones I wrote after a friend confessed to me she was having an affair.

When I see you pass me by,
I want to call out your name,
But our needs for each other are secret,
So I cannot come out to the world,
That you are the one,
The one close to my heart,
I know that one day I may be hurt when it happens,
That we must part. Sept 1991.

You will always be special to me,
And always be on my mind,
And I will never forget,
That you have been good to me,
And you have never found me a bind,
You know that I will always be there,
If ever you want me near,
Just let me know and I will find a way,
To be there for you my dear. Sept 1991

Torn between two loves,
Which one will I choose,
The one that gives me happiness,
Or the one that gives me blues,
Is it worth the heartache,
If I decide to choose,
Or let my life go on the way,
And take each day as it comes,
So I don’t have to make that choice,
As someone will get hurt. Sept 1991

Do you sit and think as often as I think of you,
You are rarely from my thoughts,
We see each other every day,
But sometimes we don’t speak,
But I always know when you are about,
And sometimes when we meet,
We may just have the time to say hello,
And how are you today,
But I will always care about you,
I hope it won’t be hard when you go,
As I knew that it would come to that,
And that you will always remember me with love. Sept 1991

Please don’t leave me alone like this,
When I am feeling blue,
The love we had was so special,
I thought it would stay true,
But people change and you went away,
You came to collect your life,
And told me it was all done,
So don’t leave me alone like this,
On this lonely winter day. 28/2/1992

SOME OTHER PROSE

GOING HOME

The boy trundles as fast as he can,
In the rain or the snow,
The job in hand is done,
He has been to every house in hand,
To deliver the daily news,
and know he’s going home.

Written for my brothers and my sister who all were “paper delivery boys”  21/3/1992

It’s quiet in the garden,
Where I sit today,
The birds are chirping in the trees,
The squirrels at their play,
The family are all scattered,
They are all grown up and gone,
I sit in my chair in the summer,
And at the fireside at the turn of the year.
And wonder where the time has gone.

Written on 25/5 1992

SUMMER SCHOOL HOLIDAYS

Long days of shouts of “Mum I’m bored,
The day has just begun,
“Where do we go today?” they say,
There is no one here about to play,
I sit in the heat and watch them swim,
The chips and fizz for all…
And this is just the first day!

Written on 4/8/1995

MY NORTHERN ROOTS

I was born in the North,
So I am different from you,
I don’t say it nastily,
But I do know it’s true,
We are tougher and stronger,
That’s both women and men,
We have scratched for our livings,
Now and way back then.

Written on 29/3/1993

A Geordie is a special soul,
Some godown and dig for coal,
All are kind,
The young and the old,
I’m proud I’ve got a Geordie soul.

Written on 29/3/1993

The man walks slowly home from work,
He’s creased and stooped and marked with dirt,
He’s been away from his home too long,
A double shift is for the strong,
His shining teeth gleam from his blackened face,
Like the “face” that he has been working on,
And for many years he has done this daily,
But now the time has come when “they” want to stop him,
He doesn’t know what else to do,
But if the pit closes…”What will he do”

Written 29/3/1993    
And the pits did indeed close, closed by Margaret Thatcher. That’s all I am going to say

This last one is written for my 3 sons, each and every one.

He walks tall,
And always a man,
But he’s still my child,
That’s why I worry and why I care,
He’s really OK and does his own thing,
Buts it’s just because I love him,
And he is still my child.

THAT’S IT, FOLKS…I STOPPED TRYING TO BE THE POET LAURETTE ABOUT THIS TIME