Oldies perhaps worth your time to read

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Whilst trolling through my old archive

I found some early works survive.

I think perhaps the time is right

 to re-expose them to the light

So I propose to post a few.

I know I can rely on you

To comment on them honestly

 and tell me if they ought be

 Conserved, preserved or they deserve

To erased from memory.

 

Melanie.

 

She knows she is not the same

 as other girls and boys

But she is glad that they came.

To play with her and share her toys.

To be included in the game

 

Is quite enough for Melanie

Although some times she wonders why

she should be different.She can see

no reason for it.She does try

to play the same games happily.

 

To her Downs syndrome is a word

 that she will never understand

To pity her would be absurd

To her ,her life is simply grand

for she’s a free as any bird.

 

A liitle girl she’ll always be .

A perpetual loving child

 From stress and worry completely free

No adolescent running wild

But how I wish that she could be.

 

 A normal child

 Reposted Wednesday, 09 November 2011

http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

 

Letting Go.

 

She sits asleep her wig askew.

She care no more what people think

And lives again the days she knew

The flying years gone in a blink.

 

She’s just a fresh young girl again.

Before she wed beforse she knew

All of the pleasures and the pain

That only life can teach to you

 

For fourscore years and seven now

She played a lively active part.

Now she’s content to let it go

To younger ones close to her heart.

 

Great Grandmama can rest at last

She knows the show will still go on

Set her free to live in the past

Relive again years which are long gone

 

She sits asleep her wig askew

The family still cherish her

But there is little the can do

Because her mind has gone elsewhere.

 

 

Yesterday/tomorrow

 

The silent shadows echo mysteries

Across the disused nursery floor; a toy

Abandoned long ago by a child lies

No echoes or mysteries can destroy

the memories stored in a mothers mind

Her children and she was left behind

to potter round to fill the day

The big old house that served her family well

Is too big now to copw with on her own

The passing years and dwindling income tell.

A story that is now far too well known

 

Tomorrow she leaves for a nursing home

Tomorrow when the children come

Letting Go.

 

She sits asleep her wig askew.

She care no more what people think

And lives again the days she knew

The flying years gone in a blink.

 

She’s just a fresh young girl again.

Before she wed beforse she knew

All of the pleasures and the pain

That only life can teach to you

 

For fourscore years and seven now

She played a lively active part.

Now she’s content to let it go

To younger ones close to her heart.

 

Great Grandmama can rest at last

She knows the show will still go on

Set her free to live in the past

Relive again years which are long gone

 

She sits asleep her wig askew

The family still cherish her

But there is little they can do

Because her mind has gone elsewhere.

 

 

Yesterday/tomorrow

 

The silent shadows echo mysteries

Across the disused nursery floor; a toy

Abandoned long ago by a child lies

No echoes or mysteries can destroy

the memories stored in a mothers mind

Her children  left and she was left behind

to potter round to fill the day

The big old house that served her family well

Is too big now to cope with on her own

The passing years and dwindling income tell.

A story that is now far too well known

 

Tomorrow she leaves for a nursing home

Tomorrow when the children come

 

Reviews

[Greg the Bard]

This work fills me with many questions of a time in your life that has happened and remained in a memory of doubt. I can go on and on about everything I believe you are saying with this work but it would all come down to one thing. Are you not living a different life now, after having found a new soul mate and living together in happiness? There are problems in the work that take away from the over all image. You should reread it and correct them. This would become one of the best writes you have ever done. For example the word Cope is spelled with a "W". And in many places the word "The" is in place of the word "They" I also feel that you should open that great vocabularty of yours and find places where small words like "Time" can be used. Just a thought.

[InkSlinger]

A delightful collection, enjoyable read, one and all!!

[Emily B]

lovely, all