Waiting

I'm waiting, waiting, waiting.
What for?
For the telephone to ring,
Or for a knock at the door.
Don't panic, he's here.


I'm waiting, again and again.
What for?
To say I love you,
More than ever before.
Don't panic, he's here.

It's my turn now

I spend my time doing what you want,
Things you should have done yourself;
Don't you ever thnk of what I want?
Maybe it's too late for you,
But I've still my own life yet.
The time has come, you must let go;
I've got to leave,
And take your baby away.

The Great Race

When will it end, everyone fighting till that last second,
New entrants all the time, everyday, every minute.
Nobody loses when they race no more, lie a corpse, hidden,
So who will win when it's all gone, they'll never know.


When time ends, does our race too?
People work all their lives, competing, trying.
Our Spring is a game, people racing with us,
But we are entered too, limbering up, starting.


When Summer comes, we run for our lives,
Things come too soon, we learn to hurdle.
In Autumn, a steady jog, happy, content with our position.
Winter, regrets of wasted time, still fighting, teaching.


Then, nothing.
Individual races are over,
But the Great Race continues, small worlds competing,
The race of the World has no losers.

Take me with you

I watch you soring high between the mountain tops,
Your wings spread wide, you glide with ease.
The sun shines golden on your back;
An eagle, master of the sky,
Majestic, graceful yet powerful and feared.


You have freedom, grace and strength unrivalled.
My spirit strengthens as you fly above me,
I yearn to reach you, breathless with desire.
I ache for your power, release and wandering,
Take me with you.

Packing!

Three months to go,
I must begin a list.
I haven't booked the site yet,
Perhaps that's the place to begin!

One month to go,
I'm onto my fifth list.
I now know where we're going,
And I can't wait to get booked in!

One week to go,
I'm running out of lists.
I untangled the kites last night,
I'm not sure it'll all fit in!

One hour to go,
I'm going to pack my list.
I found all the flip-flops at last,
Now, let our holiday begin!

I love it when

I love it when you hold my hand,
It makes me strong,
It makes me proud,
I feel comforted inside.

I love it when you smile at me,
It makes me warm,
It makes me happy,
I feel comforted inside.

I love it when I feel the sun,
It makes me relax,
It makes me calm,
I feel refreshed inside.

I love it when I see the birds,
It makes me high,
It makes me marvel,
I feel renewed inside.

I love it when you laugh out loud,
It makes me glad,
It makes me glow,
I feel content inside.

Can I have...?

Can I have a piece of fruit?
Ofcourse dear, help yourself.
I can't find my shoes!
Try by the back door, where you left them.

I can't sleep, will you lie with me?
No dear, but think nice thoughts.
Mum! I've finished!
Ok, I'll be there to wipe in a second.

I don't want to go to Tesco,
I'm sorry, but we have no food left.
Why can't I dig for worms?
Because you're dressed to go to the party.

I hate bath night!
I know love, but it's nice to be clean in bed.
Can I have a cuddle?
Yes mum, 'course you can!

Anticipation

Five more days until my love returns,
It seems to have been so long.
The children slip quite easily into routine,
Of up dressed, breakfast and off to school,
While I'm left to collect my thoughts and hoover up my life.

Three more days until my love returns,
And normality will reign supreme once more.
Blissful in their ignorance, the children continue on,
Up, dressed, breakfast and fighting over toys,
While I feel nervous, excited at his impending return to our family home.

He's home! In a blink, the children,
Forget their seperation from their devoted dad;
But I'm deeply buried in my isolation,
I forget my longing, feel my space invaded;
But then, at last, feel his strong arms surround me and melt.

Turn off the tap

Will someone please turn off the tap,
I can hear the water running;
It could be soothing, but in the dead of night,
I can feel the tension rising.
The constant sound sends an audible ripple,
That frustrates and annoys me;
My mind is stimulated, wakened and
Alert, waiting for the next drip,
Dropping onto polished porcelain.

Will someone turn off that tap,
I cleaned the sink this morning,
I should say, yesterday, now it's dead of night and,
Here I lie, fretting about tomorrow;
What tasks ahead of me lie?
My children are sleeping peacefully now,
But tomorrow will stress and frustrate me;
One minute loving and giving freely,
The next rowdily fighting.

Oh, please turn off the tap,
It's keeping me awake and I,
Like many a rapidly ageing, but loving mother, I know,
Need my beauty sleep and rest.
In order to look my best;
Counting sheep just isn't helping me,
Is the bread out of the freezer?
Is that water still dripping away?
Oh, it's my life.

I'm in the mood

I'm in the mood,
To make cookies with the children;
To have flour on my face,
And sugar on the table;
The smell of ginger wafting through,
To tantalize and tease me.

I'm in the mood,
To shout and scream at everyone;
To curse and stamp my feet,
And slam at least one door;
Don't bother smiling sweetly at me,
If you like your teeth.

I'm in the mood,
To luxuriate in a hot bath;
To savour a chilled Chenin Blanc,
Make sure to fasten the lock;
A few moments of deepest pleasure,
To really feel like me.

I'm in the mood,
To take a long rambling stroll;
To feel wind tugging my coat,
To see wilderness everywhere around me;
The fresh breeze to revive me,
Returns my love for life.

My Year in Nature

Through the night, the visitors arrive,
Honking their return, a haunting sound,
But it heralds a fresh start.

It's still dark, but the chorus has begun,
Each bird singing louder than the last, to be heard,
To make the best impression.

On a frozen, but clear blue day,
They perch atop the spikey gorse bush,
Still singing fit to burst.

As the days grow warmer, the deed is done,
Alls quiet as they get on with the job in hand.
They've hungry mouths to feed.

As the sky lark trills it's spiral in the sky,
Swifts scream and swoop around them,
Swallows twittering as they hunt.

The young birds learn swiftly and soon fill the air,
With their clammer, "Feed me!"
They fledge and flee the nest.

Alls quiet once more, they return to warmer climes,
But the geese are back, their honking calls,
Change the atmosphere once more.

How?

How does the weather know?
If I have no gloves, it will start to snow,
What do the clouds have to gain?
If I have no coat, it will start to rain.

Why does the sun become so hot?
Because my hat I have not got,
Could the wind choose not to blow?
I can't stay in by the fire glow.

Yup, it chose to rain, at 8.40am on our way to school. Again, at 11.20am, on my way to collect Conall from nursery. Yet again, at 2.45pm, on our way home from collecting Ciara and friend from school. When I say rain, I mean cats and dogs.
How does the weather know?