The angels face

Through the dirt and the *******,
In this hovel of a place,
The drug users paradise,
I saw the angels face,

It was my darkest pitiful day,
I had all but run my race,
But through the darkness, shone a light,
I saw the angels face,

She spoke to me in melodious rhyme,
Her voice it took every space,
She sang to me a loving lament,
When I saw the angels face,

I took her hand, it's warmth so sweet,
My body barely stood,
Her smile embraced my being wreck,
This angel was so good,

I felt a feeling I had not known,
There was more I wanted to see,
Then I realised, before my eyes,
This angel here was me,

I looked so hard and seen my life,
In the mirror in my way,
This was the time to bring it back,
I could do all this today,

And so I did, with such hard work,
Struggling to put in place,
My life now is much better,
Since I saw the angels face.

I sat at your bedside,
And i wiped your brow,
I kept a smile on my face,
But don't ask me how,

I held your hand gently,
I kissed your brow and cheek,
I spoke to you of daily things,
Although you could not speak,

I hummed to you a melody,
So you knew you weren't alone,
For I knew the angels waited,
To come and take you home,

But I kept your song on going,
As long as you could stay,
And I know that you are with me still,
And so I sing it everyday.

Beauty!!! What do you think is beautiful?

To me it's my messy house,
An empty pan of scouse,
A friendly chat,
Or next doors cat,
Chasing our dog,

A little text or a call,
Something that's nothing at all,
It's drinking tea with mum,
Sitting in the sun,
In my overgrown garden,

It's family time night,
All snuggled tight,
Laughing all together,
Memories made for ever,
To remember when I'm alone,

It's hearing all my kids laughs,
Looking at old photographs,
Seeing them all smile,
And getting on for a while,
The quiet before the storm,

It's fighting for the telly,
Over ice cream and jelly,
It's all of these, literally,
Beauty is my family,
And I love the bones of them.

I was brought up on a council estate,
I had 53 aunty's and I was everyones mate,
We played out till dark or till we felt hunger,
We'd beg mum or dad to let us play longer,
I had holes in me shoes but they made me run faster,
I had national health glasses held together with plaster,
Dried snot on me face mixed in with the dirt,
Corporation pop stains all over me skirt,
But I was happy,
Go of for the day with butties of jam,
If we where lucky, some biscuits of me mam,
An old fairy liquid bottle full of cold water,
There's one we'd always chase, but never ever caught her,
We'd make dens in the woods from old boxes and trays,
Be princesses in a castle, oh what joyful days,
We'd sit in the field, making daisy chains,
Play rounders and hido, and loads of games,
Run to the mobile for a 10p mix of sweets,
Sit on the curly wall at the bottom of our street,
Pinch a bunch of flowers from St Gregs ground,
And say to mum "honestly they where found",
Get grounded for giving cheek or answering back,
Walked along the ralla, the old train track,
Wait for the icey, all of us in drones,
To ask him politely for any stale cones,
Played out in the rain, got soaked through and through,
Just some of the things we used to do,
In those endless summers of my past,
That have gone far to fast,
But they have made me who I am now,
A ****** of Mother and a miserable cow.
Haha joking,
I'm proud of my childhood, I was very lucky.

You took your first breathe and I held mine,

I knew I would love you, till the end of time,

Every moment I nurtured you with love in my heart,

Knowing that nothing could keep us apart,



I taught you respect above all its true,

This has made you a man through and through,

I helped you with homework, English and maths.

I taught you to swim in the local baths,



I shaped your life’s memories and your personality,

Teaching you good things, for the person you’d be,

I learnt you to eat, walk, play and run,

And in return I ask for nothing my son,



You can cook clean and iron, take care of yourself,

You’ve read every book on our family bookshelf,

You’re smart and creative, my quiet man,

I’m so proud of all you did and all that you can,



I look at you with pride honour and award,

In my eyes you are completely adored,

I see in your life the road that you follow,

And I know now your heart will never be hollow,



Coz now you’re a Father to a precious one,

And what you have learnt you will pass on,

There is nothing more important than your family time,

And nothing more important than your blood line.

Winter olympics

In the flood canoe rescue,
Great Britain take the lead,
In the pilfering of houses,
We get gold for the greed,

In the skeleton were top,
As the food runs out to quick,
For children and the aged,
The poor and the sick,

Sandbag filling quickness,
We have that one to,
The army lads champion that,
The royals helped with a few,

Evacuation sprint,
Won by counties, five,
Death toll medal to follow,
When we see who's left alive,

Loss of homes and business,
Unmentionable amount,
Mental scars and sadness,
Impossible to count,

Top gold medal for Cameron,
For deserting the British clan,
And top gold for foreign aid,
Given by this man,

No takers for foreign help gold,
But the world can see our plight,
And yet we are the first to aid,
When other countries are in the *****,

So well done rich safe government,
Your truly an all gold winner,
For the country that was fought for,
You watch as your land becomes thinner,

They used to call me a four eyed cow,
But I told them I had two,
You know the rest of that rhyme,
But I've got more to tell you,

I had to wear a calliper,
My god I got called then,
Peg leg, four eyed cow,
Over again and again,

I suppose you feel some pity for me,
Well I tell you it got bad,
In a wheelchair for over a year,
Not the best time I had,

Bullies best target way back then,
I could not run away,
They kicked my legs and laughed at me,
I hear them, still, today,

I would get called names very bad,
Got hit and pushed away,
I only wanted to make friends,
Friends with whom ide play,

My father sat with me one night,
As i cried with shame,
He told me not to feel that way,
For I was not to blame,

He told me in a caring way,
They didn't have love like me,
And that is why they called me names,
And I began to see,

My dad had took away my pain,
And i felt sorrow for them all,
He asked me to say hello to them,
When they next came to call,

I did this with a fear and dread,
And quite to my surprise,
They asked me what had happened to me,
And tears they filled my eyes,

After a long conversation,
They asked to make amends,
Apologized for the words they said,
We soon become good friends.

Sometimes someone who hurts you is only looking for kindness and love.