by Sheila Weekes | Nov 16, 2008 | Poetry
When I was a youngster in junior school The other kids would tease me and I’d feel such a fool They would call me names, some I didn’t understand But I would fight back with a slap from my hand Every chance they had they would scream and shout Saying I didn’t have a...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry
I sit in the quiet of my room All is quite still inside I can even hear the beat of my heart And recall other times I’ve cried The wind howls outside the house But it is warm in here The rain is coming down in torrents As I brush away a stray tear The world outside my...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry
I could never go to the station and wave goodbye I couldn’t hold back tears I was ashamed I would cry Every time was the same, with me he could drown For a submariner’s girl I was a complete let down I should have been used to the way that it goes Dad did 35 years and...
by Michaela Turner | Nov 12, 2008 | Poetry
Why does my big brother Have to work so far from home? Why does he go for weeks on end? Leaving me all alone I know he is a soldier Who goes away to fight But when he goes I have bad dreams And I cannot sleep at night When he’s in these far off places I’m frightened...
by Emma Compton | Nov 11, 2008 | Poetry
For all Mothers who stand at school gates and stare At my children with poppies showing they care. “Why aren’t yours?” I ask, knowing the reply. “What’s the point?” they say, rolling eyes to the sky. I try to explain, but it falls...
