I told you my concerns
In urgent trembling
I said you should list­en
I said you should change
I pointed my finger
Pointed out your ­faults
I jabbed at your blankness
Your stubborn delusion
Your cal­lous refusals
Your anger, confusion
You took all my words
You bun­dled them up
You set them in stone
And you threw them
All, twisted around
My wisdom was lost
Within your wisdom
Because you did not ­listen 
To me not listening

Tell me about the grain that fell from the boards above;
And dust­ed my strewn desk with gritty powder.
Let me hear the voices of f­riends 'in this together';
Of their grist and grind on keyboard, ­mouse, mind.
I want to catch the spent emotion of decisions hard ­fought;
To see the happy simple days of summer labour short,
Plea­se, and feel the lost cheery smile of Ruth and Mike;
Preserved only by the resonance of giant timber beams.
I never thought about the end of useful uses lost;
But now­ your eyes and mouth are boarded, silent, shut;
Your industry suspended, 
we mostly carried on.

Gleam, bright breathless branches
Laced, white web of winter
Cold­, light, lifted landscape
Joyful sight, sings splendid
Metallic t­ight my toes tread
Heart, flight with freedom fly
Frozen plight, ­painted perfect
Snow snow snow

Regular as clockwork
the spotters gather there
binoculars and notebooks
as up the track they stare

assembled on the platform
with all the day to spare
they put the world to rights
and wait without a care

clad in finest anorak
tweed caps are in this year
their fleecy inners covering
heads once thick with hair

Every day I see them
sometimes just a pair
shuffling on the concrete
sometimes with a chair

Pensions less than peanuts
Blame young Tony Blair
But everything forgotten
at sight of one thats rare

Life is breathed to tired legs
nostrils start to flare
sweaty palms note hastily
with eager thank you prayer

And oh the day the Queen came
They stood in open air
and cheered to see that engine
sweep in with royal flare

I'll not be hear to watch you
From comfy office chair
From now on I'll be missing
But I know you'll still be there

It seems easy to walk away, like nothing had happened
To turn on the heel, to pick up where we left off
Forget, carry on, busy in the task of life
To be unmoved in the face of such stupendous grace.

No, the bundle upstairs demands more than this
Her tiny frame cries out demanding
That we burst with praise with all power and might
For the miracle of birth, the dawn of new life

So it seems to be over
The danger is past
The scans and the tests
Are normal at last

The skies royal blue
Where once overcast
Instant black fear
In a word gone so fast

We crash through the moment
Can it be real
Deflated anxiety
Is all that we feel

The waters are calm
The day again new
We don't understand
But God's mercy is true

another week
another doctor
It could be nothing
It could be everything
You could have a test
You could stop it now
But in grey ultrasound
We gazed at your face
A wriggled shift
To a comfier place
There's no going back
No not now
Your a child of us both
And we'll love you somehow