My Poetry. God bless single Mums.
A mum to three young kids no support, working alone there isn’t enough days and hours no time for a good old moan. A young girl...
Writings
My Poetry. Sun shine days.
After a long cold winter it’s nice to see the sun in its glory It makes you feel free. The heat is better plants starts to...
My Poetry. The Ice cream van.
Jingles heard from afar as he drives into our street a magical vehicle on four wheels Racing to give us a treat. Ice cream so delicious...
My Poetry. Driving with care.
Driving in a concentrated state your mind is always alert things can happen suddenly You have to be an expert. Animals or kids can pop out...
My Poetry Charity clarity.
Bric a brac shoes and clothes dishes ornaments or mags things you have you do not want Even old used rags. Charities put bags through your...
My Poetry. Raindrops the only sound.
The only thing I hear are raindrops on the glass the forefront in my mind Is the pain which I amass. Deep as it cuts, it...
My Poetry. Culinary magic.
I am in awe at how you look well prepared from a marvellous cook. A plate thats like a piece of art who would believe this tasty...
My Poetry. Day by Day.
When you smile people smile with you when your sad The World will be blue. Try to be kind to each other And you can only...
My Poetry. Traffic jams.
Late again what will I do? Traffic held up another long queue a glance at your watch nerves uptight engine overheating Something not right. The car...
William Sinclair Manson