LOST ON TRANSFER BEACH
It sat on the bench, pink canvas, toes scuffed, all alone, Its owner with Daddy, shoeless having been driven home. So safe, so light as he held her hand, Bright with excitement she had run to the sand. Tousled hair, still in her sundress, oh so neat, Sucking her thumb dreaming of sandcastles she fell fast asleep. Somewhere near a six-year-old slept, All through supper his mother kept, Kept asking where he thought his new boots sat? They sit together, straight, a pair that, That left by the change room door. Brown leather, Would be ruined with a coming change of the weather. On a...
Read MoreRemembrance
I stand at the cenotaph; the azure blue sky being held up by dark bare branches. The crackling falling leaves floating past at first a sprinkles, and then advances, into a torrent of golden maples, falling upon the ground so green. Replaced slowly by the red poppies seen, on the coats that grow by the minute, from a group to a crowd and then to a throng of dogs, babies, adults old and young, Paying respect to our fallen soldiers, veterans and serving armed forces. And through the service I silently weep, not in regret but a gladness so deep That my family survived, into the two wars...
Read MoreCOULD SHOULD WOULD
When I was one, I knew that I could, So, I struggled, and struggled, and miraculously stood, At last, I could walk, which was to all to the good, Then I started to talk. When I was ten by manipulation, I found a way. To control my parents come what may, This unfortunately their nerves did fray, At what I would be when a teen. When I was fifteen, I was told If I worked that I might, Enjoy the rewards academical, a future bright, And for the rest of my life delight, In an interesting career. When I was twenty, I knew that I should, Change my future path for I understood, My childhood had been...
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