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Take two brothers of Betrayal
Add them to the cooking ***
Put in some memories of mother
While they sit and watch her rot
Don’t forget her dementia
Your younger brother has to cope
Ignore his pleas for help
Just act like a couple of dopes
Add some tears of sadness
It's the only liquid to use
Youngest brother begins to break
So pour in a dose of blues
Put some salt in the ***
In wounds it makes it hurt
As I do everything for her
I will add my ****** shirt
Stir in all the ingredients
Now add a pinch of madness
Now let it simmer for six years
That's the recipe of sadness

David Swinden© 26/6/2016
You can't choose your family. :-(
Unicorn sprinkles,
Daffodils jam,
A little star's twinkle
And some dragon ham.

Some emerald clovers,
A pint of fairy dust,
A handful of stover
And some canned gust.

Teardrops of a Selkie,
Well shaken, not stirred,
The horseshoe of a kelpie,
Late Iron Age sherds.

Some fizzy witchcraft,
One bottle or two,
And maybe a draught
Of love potion too.
Someone challenged me to add my shopping list in here and to have it called a poem. I think they had no idea what they were asking of me, so... here is my shopping list. Enjoy!
I’m still here even though I’m no longer by your side
Living in the care home, you never leave my mind
This house is empty but your chair is still in place
Every time I close my eyes I forever see your face
Your bedroom is cold the wardrobes are now bare
You may not be here but I will always love and care
If I had one wish I would forever bring you home
I feel the guilt without you here living on my own
The days that pass by some are good others bad
I look through pictures old they make me feel so sad
Your health became to much you could not stay with me
And it breaks my heart so I pour my feelings into Poetry
Tomorrow is Mothers Day, I will bring you some cheer
Please don’t think that I have gone, for I’m still here

David Swinden © 25/3/2017

Hope you are all having a lovely weekend take care :-))))
 Apr 2017 Colzz MacDonald
Blossom
We all go blind, sometimes
To beauty in our life.
I swore as a kid I never would,
Not like those grumpy adults do.
But here I am, blind as a bat
And trying to run through life.

I'm blind to my friends who only wish me happiness.
I'm blind to my world filled with the brightest colors.
I'm blind to the boy who's asked gently for my heart.

I know that I need to move on
From my darkened past,
*But moving past hell is hard, you know?
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