Missing You

It’s really only a delusion

Built up by my mind

As it searches for good memories

Which are quite hard to find

What am I really missing?

The hope that you will change?

Or perhaps the extra money

And I guess that seems strange

Because missing you is not

As simple as it seems

‘Cause you always caused me pain

And shattered my fragile dreams

I will learn to miss you

And when nostalgia takes hold

I’ll be reminded of the words

You said to turn me cold.

Eulogy Of Truth

It’s funny how when

Someone we know dies,

They’re labelled as a hero

And built up in our eyes.

No-one is perfect

It’s a well-known fact,

But it’s as if when we die

All the living make a pact

To rose tint your life

And polish it till it shines,

Forget about your flaws

Mistakes and parking fines.

When you hear on the news

Of a young lad’s sudden death,

They cut out the convictions

Of GBH and theft.

“He was a smashing lad”

The neighbours will say,

Although he started fires

And beat up all the gays.

Uncle Thomas was a legend

Strong, kind and very tough,

But he had a drinking problem

And hit his wife, who was up the duff.

My mother was an angel,

A selfless caring soul

But fucking up her children

Was her lifetime goal.

My husband was a fighter,

A clever smiling guy

But he left me with two kids

A stack of bills and no goodbye.

Auntie Pamela

Will be dearly missed,

But she spent half her life

In pubs getting pissed.

We’re warping fact and fiction

When the eulogy is read,

It’s often a pack of lies

But don’t speak ill of the dead.

Men Are From...

Mars and women

are from Venus.

Women break down and cry

and men pretend they don’t.

Women hold their pride in

handbags and shoe collections

so men believe they are shallow, when in fact

women are deeper than the

ocean. Yet men don’t know

how to navigate the choppy

waters of a woman’s mind.

Women don’t say what they think

They lie, they cry, they try not to die

in this man’s world.

Watching The Waves

As I stare at the washing waves

the heavy clouds drift past,

the sky is so dangerously dark.

It has never looked this dark

in all of my past, but still

the waves carry on slashing the shore.

They spit at the dark sky

clouding my view, teasing my eyes, they wave

goodbye, in a mournful dance, as they roll past me.

Autumn

Leaves are falling

Softly off trees

The temperature’s dropped

To eleven degrees

You long for your day

To wiz by in a flash

Only going to work

To earn much needed cash

You dream of golden beaches

And sparkling blue sea

The days of the summer

When you were happy and free

Winter approaches

With its dark nights and rain

You remind yourself

It’ll be summer again.

Dementia Took Grace

Your disease riddled brain

Is causing you pain

You can’t tell if

There’s sun or there’s rain

You don’t remember your children

They’re just strangers in the room

They come and they go

They’ll be back soon

You could’ve been a doctor

Or a murdering psychopath

You’ll never know who you were

And you don’t recognise the staff

They feed you and they wash you

Whilst you blink, in oblivion

Not observing the seconds

As they wizz by in the millions

Death is now approaching

But you’re blissfully unaware

Snoring loudly

All alone in your chair

The day you slip away

Your family all cry

But you’d been long gone

They could tell by your eyes

They were lifeless and empty

Just blinking mechanically

Your daughter remembers

You happy and free

Now you’ve been dead

Just a few days

Your son still pictures

Your smile, like sun rays

Dementia stole your soul

Before death stole your face

Bu your children know you

You were their mother, Grace.