My suitcase is packed,
Memories within,
Won't fit any more,
As it's full to the brim,

Down at the bottom,
My memories from old,
Just beneath my jumpers,
That stop me being cold,

Just above them,
My adolescent years,
Leaving school and working,
Facing adult fears,

Marriage and family,
Lay on top of all that,
Five beautiful children,
Three dogs and one cat,

Then it's an empty layer,
But not to be treated less,
This is when the kids left home,
When they fled my loving nest,

In between are memories bad,
I tuck them to one side,
Or cover them up with happy times,
I still remember when I cried,

Then comes more difficult ones,
I struggle to remember them all,
But some I do intermittently,
I try so hard to recall,

So please forgive my memory,
It's not how it used to be,
But I'm still that same old person,
Who loves you for eternity,

I still have all the memories,
Packed tight inside my case,
Sometimes I just can't find them,
But you can find them on my face,

My wrinkles tell my story,
My eyes hold all my dreams,
My old and frail body now,
Is not all it was it seems,

But I'm here, I'm still here,
Just look at me, with my case,
You will see my life and memories,
In layer's etched on my face,

My suitcase is packed,
Memories within,
Won't fit any more,
As it's full to the brim.

If I was god, I'd calm the storms,
I'd hush the seas and tide,
If I was god, I'd stop the wars,
Make humans stand by side,

If I was god, I'd banish all money,
Everything would be free,
If I was god, no one would hurt,
No human pain would be,

If I was god, I'd feed the world,
With fruits and vegetables galore,
If I was god, no illness be,
Like people suffered before,

If I was god, I'd make it right,
Paradise would be right now,
If I was god, no nightmares be,
Coz peaceful dreams I'd allow,

But wait a minute, god I am,
As each of us as well,
So stop this silly living now,
We've turned our earth to hell,

He's inside everyone of us,
You feel his beating heart,
That he gave to us so selflessly,
But other humans rip apart,

Breathe in your faith, whatever it be,
And exhale the love and pride,
We'll bless humankind together,
From here to universal wide.

I'm not a click chick,
I walk with a stick,
Sometimes I smell of baby sick,
So I can't be a click chick,
I walk with a limp,
Feel like a gimp,
Sometimes I look like a shrimp,
So I cant be a click chick,
I have a bed head,
Look half dead,sometimes I look underfed,
So I can't be a click chick,
Coz they're the perfect ones,
In their designer gowns,
At the school gates,
Nibbling after eight's,
At three fifteen,
They're the clicky mums,
Toned up bums,
Makes ups done,
For the school run,
Perfect hair,
It's just not fare,
I don't have the time to spare,
I'm not a click chick,
They think I'm thick,
They don't smell of baby sick,
They think they're cool,
At the school,
But I'm no fool,
I'm a good mum,
Wobbly ***, make up,
Not done,
But I'm a happy one,
My kids have fun,
Run in the sun,
End up ***** when the day is done,
We are all mums,
Not to be outdone,
At the school run,
So quit your stare,
At my messy hair,
My wrinkled jeans,
It's ok they're clean,
You think your better,
I beg to differ, you just look fitter,
So I don't wanna be a click chick,
I think I'll stick with the baby sick,
I'm a happy gimp with a limp,
I don't mind looking like a shrimp,
At the school gate,
Coz I'm never late,
So you can take your clicky group,
And stick it up your hula hoop.

The hairs on my neck,
Tingle, and I shiver,
My spine locks straight,
And I try not to quiver,

My breath now visible,
It's colder in the room,
But I still fix my wedding veil,
For you to lift, my groom,

I know you are near me,
I can feel your presence, true,
I feel your hands upon my face,
It's time to be with you,

I lay upon our untouched bed,
And gather up my gown,
I feel you near our resting place,
I imagine you laying down,

I wish it all was different,
And our future would be clear,
Our perfect life together,
Will be somewhere else not here,

I take these pills, a deadly mix,
I turn to face, your side,
I whisper in cold shivering breath,
I'm ready to be your bride,

And just to break tradition,
It's not death until we part,
It is this death of life without you,
In my death, a brand new start,

As I start to drift to sleep,
Your here, I hear our tune,
You kiss me gently on lips so pale,
And we leave for our honeymoon.

The girl with the kite
Didn't have a care
She'd run on the beach
With the wind in her hair
She'd run up hills
Lie in fields of wild flowers
Gazing at the ever changing sky
She would dream for hours

The girl with the kite
Saw faces in the sky
Angels looking down on her
From clouds floating by
She'd hold on so tight
As her kite took flight
She said she'd never let go
Of her beautiful kite

The girl with the kite
Would make daisy chains
She'd pick clover and butter cups
As she walked country lanes
Life was simple
Or it seemed that way
The sun was always shining
When she went out to play

The girl with the kite
Started to grow
She felt under pressure
To let her kite go
Demands were made
For her to achieve and perform
Make her way in the world
Please other people and conform

The girl with the kite
Felt things were going wrong
It was hard growing up
Then a man came along
He played his guitar
He brought a bouquet
As he sang his sweet song
Her kite drifted away

The girl with the kite
Heard his sweet song turn sour
His true colours were shown
As the man used his power,
Manipulation and aggression
To clip her wings
To crush her spirit
To pull her strings

The girl with the kite
Felt she was to blame
For her bad choices
She hid her shame
Kept her sadness a secret
Tried to make things right
Trapped in her world
She lost her self in the fight

The girl with the kite
Wanted to die
She couldn't live any more
She had no kite to fly
She went to the Doctor
Who gave her some pills
They just made her numb
Didn't cure her ills

The girl with the kite
Slept for a decade, or more
Life went on around her
Each day was a chore
She had to wake from the inertia
She had become bereft
When she woke from the dark sleep
She had nothing left

The girl with the kite
Had to start anew
Like a Phoenix from the ashes
She knew she'd pull through
She's found her kite
Found a beach for it to blow
Up to the angels on their clouds
This time, she won't let go

The girl with the kite
Is now a woman, strong and proud
Content to live her life alone
Independent and unbowed
She flies her kite sedately
Life is not a race
She's free to fly it when she wants to
It flies at her own pace

Nicki Tilston.

I'm just a little dot,
In the poetry world,
A dot on the letter I,
But I can make a difference,
I feel I can make a difference,
I don't know how,
But I can,
Maybe it will be a word,
A verse, a poem,
Or story,
It could be one word,
Or it could just be,
The dot on the I.

Your not here,
Any more,
I watched,
As you walked through the door,

It closed,
I cried,
I hurt,
I knew you had died,

I called,
Your name,
I knew,
My life wouldn't be the same,

I wished,
For you,
To return,
Something you couldn't do,

I dreamt,
You where here,
We talked for hours,
You said, do not fear,

You said,
Love is forever,
You said,
We'll be together,

One day,
Not here,
Not there,
But we would be somewhere,

I'll wait,
I'm sure,
You will,
Come to knock on my door,

Until then,
I cry,
I didn't,
Have time to say goodbye.