Moving Lives

a song more than a poem really

So the time starts to draw near,

when i have to let go, the only place left that holds dear,

and,

even though its quite empty these days,

it holds,

so many memories,and laughter and tears.

The monsters were there under the kids bed,

we were there to protect armed with Big Ted

running up the stairs as quick as we could,

to scare away those nightmares and make everything good.

I can still here the echo’s sometimes,

and creeping of little footsteps down the stairs, in the middle of the night,

hearing,

water running and very loud sighs,

from,

frustration of our daughter not being able, to reach the light.

The monsters were never there under the kids bed,

it never stopped us protecting them armed with Big Ted,

tripping up the stairs as quick as we could,

the scare away the bad things and make everything good.

I know its just sentimental me,

I accept that you have moved on, and away from me,

and its not,

about moving on cos we both already have,

but its like,

part of this place helped make me a Dad.

If i was younger i just might,

be excited and driven, about getting a new pad,

but somewhere,

part of my soul, just got buried,

in these walls,

and it seems with all my memories.

The monsters were never there under the kids bed,

and even now there not here they are still protected by Big Ted,

running up the stairs just one more time,

to scare away the bad things and make everything all right.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

A moving, masterful song with a rhythmic wonder of childhood and days gone by. Beautiful and bittersweet.