Memories

When cleaning out the house

There are many treasures to behold

Long forgotten memories

Helping to shape the future mould.

Insidious Weed

Insidious weed

Come to stay

Invaded the place

In just one day.

World on Repeat

Rush Hush

Rush Hush

Rush Hush

B r e a t h e

Stop

Collect

And

Repeat

Rush Hush

Rush Hush

Rush Hush

B r e a t h e

The world

repeats

In fin ite ly

Parting Ways

The desk is overflowing

The drawers are long stuck closed

The roll top is a holder

For horders to behold.

Alas the end is coming

That paperwork must die

Sent to the cross cut shreder

Then to the compost bin to lie.

Sadness settles in

The day is cool

Jumpers warm

I cannot afford the heater

The night grows tired

As do I

Yet I cannot afford a dinner

The bank balance is on empty

Seven days til I get paid

Not enough money to pay the bills

I said I would never have regrets

Years of money squandered

A deep sadness settles in

The power of a Parent

The power of a parent

To build them up or knock them down

The power of a parent

To create happy human beings

The power of a parent

Is sometimes highly in doubt

But the parent has lots of power

Of that there is no doubt

A parent who follows up

When that teacher rings home for bad

Has just made a difference

Positive and well accepted

A parent who does nothing

After the same phone call

Tells the student – “I do not care

About you much at all”

I thank my deity every day

My parents had good power

And used it in many different ways.

A War you don’t want to win

You are dead to the world

No one sees you

And those who know you

Don’t seem to care.

You fight the world

At every turn

It doesn’t care

One child,

Lost.

Battling living

A war you fight

But you don’t want to win

Just stop and let someone help you

Just stop and let someone in.

But you know

You have known for years

That letting some one in

Hurts you more in the end.

No friend to you

“He’s my friend”

“He just hit you”

“He’s my friend”

“He pushed you into a bush”

“He’s my friend”

“He held you down”

“He’s my friend”

“He’s no friend to you”

“She talked to me”

“You did not hear the nasty”

“She sat beside me willingly”

“So she could find more ammunition”

“She laughed with me”

“She laughed at you”

“She’s my friend”

“She’s no friend to you.”

Teens with ASD*

Sometimes have it rough

Unable to determine

Niceness and friendship

From the rot.

How can you tell a child

Desperate for some friends

That some who offer friendship

Are not doing it to be friends.

*ASD – Autism Spectrum Disorder – a condition along a spectrum where people’s brains are wired differently. This makes it very hard for people with ASD to pick up social cues. For more information click here.

The victory of the Legs

I am a haphazard creature

I exercise some days;

Some days a walk

Some days an almost jog

Some days hiding out at home – pretending weights

This day I amble along quite rapidly

A bit faster than my normal speed.

Hill Number 1 is done quite well

Three more of the buggers to go

‘Have a jog’ my brain suggests

All the other parts concur

I huff and puff and pant away

My back it is complaining

My feet are thudding – it can’t be good

The knees are the only ones happy with the jog.

‘That worked well’ – I say to them, trying to inspire them

‘Let’s go again – I’m feeling fine.’

Still puffing up Number 2

‘Such a liar’ my brain replies.

As we reach the top.

My brain – it can’t tell me what to do so

I huff and puff and pant away – down the other side

My back it is a aching

My feet are thudding – it can’t be good

But my knees are not yet complaining

Then to my complete surprise

My legs start moving faster

‘Stretch it out’ they seem to yell to me

My lungs start arguing with thee

‘You stupid legs, we can’t keep up, we’re stopping now’

‘Oh no you’re not!’

The legs win for a few more meters

The distance flies beneath me

Then the lungs win out and take me back

The momentum stops.

As do I.

I am now somewhere far away

From the top of Hill Number 2

And my brain is secretly quite pleased

With my legs little victory.



The silent child

He sits in the middle

And doesn’t say a word

A shrug – his answer to every question.

He sits in the middle

And hides from the world

Slumped shoulders – not wishing to be seen.

He sits in the middle

No life signs from this one

Just let him go – no one wishes to to know.

He is the silent child

Flying so far under the radar

Do not see him – his eyes beg today.