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Parenthood Remember all those sleepless
nights That you had with your
child? Remember how they cried and
cried? Well that may seem quite
mild! When you think it all has
passed And you have started
winning, Think again and you will
find, It’s only just
beginning: As they start to grow and
grow There’ll be squabbles, there’ll
be fights And you may start to
wonder, If what you did was
right! Puberty will follow
then And adolescence too
- And with it comes more
worries, Like “Are they sniffing
glue?” What with that and pocket
money, Food and clothes and
shoes, Private health and
education, It really is bad
news! Then again, more sleepless
nights As they’re out at a rave
- Worry, stress and more
expense The future may seem
grave! But after all is said and
done You’ll look back without a
doubt, With happiness upon those
years, It’s what parenthood’s about!
Spring’s in the air!
‘Twas on a grassy knoll I
stood, Gazing downward to a
wood Where bluebells like a carpet
lay It fair did take my breath
away, And over yonder, ‘cross the
field, A single clump of
daffodils, Nodding oh so
silently Against the hedgerow’s
greenery, And on the breeze, which made
them sway, The sweetest smell of dew-fresh day.
The Canal The trees they
drift, As the water
shifts, In ripples, made by
flies. The curlews
call, Above them
all And clouds float, in the
skies. The blackbird
sings, As dusk comes
in And the moon comes out to
play. The sun just
gloats, O’er narrow
boats, At the end of a perfect day.
World’s Apart Water from the swimming
pool, Bursts wet on dry
stone-flags, Spreading through its porous
skin Like blood through sweat
stained rags. Music plays and voices
scream, Cold water in their
faces. Guns and shells and battle
cries In long forgotten
places. Naked children on the
beach; Cries of joy and
fun. Tears of hunger: Sadness:
Pain. Orphans ev’ry
one. Serb and Croat
refugees, Each with many
needs; Manipuated victims
of Someone’s power and
greed. Fam’lies on their
holidays “We need a break” they
sigh. “Likewise” shouts Rwanda, “From all this genocide”.
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