This is my truth
The truth is your favourite team,
Always Falling at the last hurdle,
When you are Dying for a cup of coffee,
To find the milk in the fridge
Is now curdled It’s dressing in a t-shirt
Then being caught in a midsummer storm
It’s being scared to ask her the question
And then always being left to wonder her answer.
The truth is a life long lover,
Swept away by the lies of a stranger
It’s A drunken walk back home in the dark
Not sensing the coming danger,
It’s having faith in people,
To find out they are really good liars,
It’s a pensioner feeling the cold in their bones,
Without money for fuel for the fire.
The truth is a clumsy sentence said in jest,
That breaks up a lifelong friendship,
It’s buying a shirt last minute online,
That’s too small when it is delivered,
It’s wanting to find your perfect love,
When she thinks that you never existed,
It’s wearing your heart on your sleeve,
And not watching as somebody breaks it.
By Martin McGregor
The Most Precious Gift of All
Today was my Grandads birthday
He would have been a hundred and twenty three
Every time I visited him
He was there waiting for me
With his history books laid on his knee
He would start to read
He knew it was hard for me with my poor sight
The print was very tiny indeed
One day he handed me a parcel
“ Something special for our lass “
Me and Grandma don’t want you to struggle
This is for you to use in your Sunday School class
A black leather bound Bible
With lovely big bold text
I could read out loud like the others
No more feeling second best
I still have that very precious gift
I have never needed another
Inside is a special inscription
From your loving Grandad and Grandmother.
Carole Payne
September 2019
If I was a artist
If I was a artist,
I would draw a cat then a hat,
I would draw everything in my imagination
then I’ll make them come alive,
I’ll sell them in the jungle so the monkeys are inspired
I’ll make the world inspired as well.
By Maisie
