Anon

The old man turned to me and asked
“How many friends have you?”
Why 10 or 20 friends have I
And named off just a few
He rose quite slow with effort
And sadly shook his head
“A lucky child you are
To have so many friends,”he said
But think of what you’re saying
There is so much you do not know
A friend is just not someone
To whom you say “hello”
A friends a tender shoulder
On which to softly cry
A well to pour your troubles down
And raise your sprits high
A friend is a hand to pull you up
From darkness and despair
When all your other “so called” friends
Have help to put you there
A true friend is an ally
Who can’t be moved or bought
A voice to keep your name alive
When others have forgot
But most of all a friend is a heart
A strong and sturdy wall
For from the hearts of friends
There comes the greatest love of all
So think of what I’ve spoken
For every word is true
And answer once again my child
How many friends have you?
And then he stood and faced me
Awaiting my reply
Softly I answered
“If lucky…one have I”
You!

How could I ever describe,
This pain and loneliness,
Which beholds me every day,
Each morning I awake and promise to start afresh,
With a smile on my face I enter every new day.
A bravery I dig out from deep inside
Crushed so many times
By being told that my child is not right!
And as I try to make it right,
I stand no chance, because my child is different
And nothing can change that.
As hard as I try I will never belong,
To that group of parents chattering at the school gate,
My friends, like me are special,
Almost as though we live in a different world!
I am tired of fighting for what is fair and right,
My body and mind ache at night
I want to skip through hoops
And feel the lightness of live!
I try and try and I fail and fail
I make people feel angry and impatient,
Because I ask too much
Nobody understands that I have too give too much,
None asks if want to or can!
You and me,
My so very special child,
We are so totally in harmony,
Without the outside world.
Sometimes I just want to take you,
And run far away,
To a place where we are at home
For what we are
There are those of you out there,
Who touch us with a warm smile,
A heart filled with acceptance,
And a sort of understanding,
That goes beyond words
To those of you I give my thanks,
You make live a better place for us!
I am not alone in how I feel,
I share this place with many,
And we are very special friends!

Memories a favourite hymn sung
Like a dove unforgettable
To vanquish the deceptive wind
Cold as winter breaks
Barriers of love come down
The glory at its best shall shine
Beauty and essence the birds shall shed
Until dawn becomes an everlasting circle
The grace from hand gave a seed
To harvest the stars foretold
Of footsteps of war itself
A world came like a rose
Me to you attracts from a bee
At last beneath the skies
Marching like the years go
No pleasure from a picture reminisce
A fantasy that can not believe
The story, the leaf had fallen
A cold breeze when all is gone
Shall bare on with the sun in your fingers
The world, the end of days is nigh
A celebration, a token of peace
Of where me and you are
A gift on the top of the Christmas tree
The salivation of your presence shall tell.

This human race
Needs your smiley face
Your funny antics
Chuckles out of control
You make us laugh
Facial expressions
Love and affections
Those special connexions
Your extraordinary questions
This human race
Needs your smiley face

Grey winter skies
The smells of mince pies
Pine in the air
Silver balls to spare
Your presents stay unopened
As you’re no longer here
We’ll hide them away
Until the day, we can face
How we lost you that Christmas day
How sweet your face burns in my mind
Bring back my
Lost smiles

Down the lane
Autumn colours frame
The shiny black road surface
Which leads me back
To a warm summer day
Where I lay in the fresh cut hay
Just lazing my short time away

Poem 1:

I Go up, I go down,
To Earth and I shall be in my path of dogs.
They run faster than I do
Barking up the wrong tree,
They can run faster than I be.

Poem 2:

The sky is blue
And the green of the grass is waving
In the wind.
Like the dove is flying up
Towards the top of the belfry.

Poem 3:

Yellow is in bellow
And the pillow has gone to dillow
and the willow has gone up the stream
And follow down the river.

I’ve heard it said don’t go to bed
while hanging on to sorrow,
you may not have the chance to laugh
with those you love tomorrow.
You may not mean the words you speak
when anger takes it’s toll,
you may regret your actions
once you’ve lost your self control.
When you’ve lost your temper
and you’ve said some hurtful things,
think about the heartache
that your actions sometimes bring.
You’ll never get those moments back,
such precious time to waste
and all because of things you said
in anger or in haste.
So if you’re loving someone
and your pride has settled in ,
you may not ever have the chance
to say to them again
“I love you and miss you
and although we don’t agree,
I’ll try to see your point of view,
Please do the same for me.”

Hand in hand
we walk to the library
That’s my favourite place!
Before we enter the door
Nana turns to me and says once more,
Emily, no Running and I reply Walk
And I’ll whisper when I talk.
Once inside what do I see?
Are all those books waiting for me?
New ones, old, short and tall
Will I have time to read them all?
I don’t run away or try to leave
That’s how much I love to read.
Oops! Nana’s eyes are
Closing
So I can see
It’s time for us to both
Go home
And have a cup of tea!

By Rodney O. Hurd  copyright1988

I like to walk with grandpa
His steps are short like mine
He doesn’t say, “Now hurry up”
He always takes his time
Most people have to hurry
They do not stop and see
I’m glad that god made grandpa
‘Unrushed’ and young like me.

I made myself a snowball,
As perfect as could be,
I through I’d keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pyjamas
And a pillow for its head,
Then last night it ran away
But first…it wet the bed!