Welcome; Risen and My Grandad- The Sailor.

Welcome to this blog... 

This is where I, a disabled single mum of a disabled child plan to free my mind.

Here I plan to share my writing.

Initially I will share an old poem[from my Pickled Jamjars website], and a new one until the old poems run out. 

Then I will be publishing two new poems at a time.

The new poem is called Risen.


Risen...



Something has risen,

Within me.

My sadness is all-encompassing.



It swallows my life,

Devours it.

Nothing bright remains.



The phoenix who rose,

Is covered.

Covered in ash and choking.



I am alone.

I am forgotten.

I am nobody.



Nobody cares.



The old poem is called Grandad-The Sailor.

GRANDAD-THE SAILOR

DEDICATED TO A TRULY LOVELY MAN - MY GRANDFATHER MR J M.

The old sailor walked along the shore.

He gazed upon the birds,

And upon the sky

In which they sailed.

He sighed, smiling,

And closed his eyes.

The waves whispered

To him a lullaby,

And the surf softly

Called his name.

He returned to his home:

The sea.