Because money and food, especially fresh meat, were in short supply my grandpa got my dad a job down the pit but he only went for two days. He couldn’t stand the dirt in his hair and under his nails and before we knew it he was off again to get work somewhere else. He fancied himself as a boxing promoter and so he left us there to follow his dream and said he would come back for us when he had ‘made it’. My mum hardly came out of her room after that and when she did it was only to fight with her mother-in-law and before long we were off, back to the big city.
Saturday, 27 August 2011
Friday, 5 August 2011
Sorted
Then I came across this Site
My feeling they are mixed.
The heading I encountered said that death was ‘not a choice’
And it warned me to stay on the page and ignore my inner voice.
Now three days on I’m better and have thousands of new friends
Who tell me to be positive?
The tunnel, the light, the end.
And all that.
The trouble is that now I fear,
I’ll never leave my room
My prescription is now over due
But there’s no more doom and gloom.
The internet, it saved my life
At least for now I’m safe.
So now when I need cheering up
I go to Cyber space.
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Despair
It crept in like ivy and entered my soul
Settling like grey, deathly dust.
I barely recognise the beautiful eyes of my daughter
Sunken into her sad memory of me.
This causes lightness in my chest
Coupled with the pounding of blood it pains my heart
Which is still beating
Just.
We used to share such joy and happiness
Now we all cry alone.
My memory now lives apart from me.
I call upon it now and then to help me understand
The fundamental things I used to do
Like wash or touch my wedding band.
Monday, 1 August 2011
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