David Swinden

David Swinden Jan 2017

A city to be proud of are nick name is Scousers
Do you remember The Beatles in flared trousers
The Soccer and songs of “You Never Walk Alone”
So many songs include “In My Liverpool home”
Two great Cathedrals that light up in the night
And John Lennon airport where you catch a flight
With two big soccer clubs there is intense rivalry
But when it’s all over there is plenty of camaraderie
It’s a city of culture with museums and History
It’s my Liverpool home, where i'm proud to be

David Swinden © 6/1/2017

My home town. Written for a challenge on another site.

David Swinden Dec 2016

Care Home

Today a review with the Doctor took place
She looked on unknowingly smiling face
She now needs twenty four hour care
For her to stay at home would not be fair
He suggested I look at some care homes
Soon it will be an empty house, all alone
It’s out of my control and nothing I can do
But remind Mum “I will always love you”
I want her at home, no other place to be
Now all I can do is write my feelings in poetry

22/12/2016 © David Swinden

David Swinden Nov 2016

The Four Seasons of Life

I would often sit and wonder
In deep thinking I would ponder
Life is just like the weather
Sunshine and sometimes thunder
It has many changing ways for all
In the springtime and the fall
We live each seasons sun filled sky
But like the seasons some things die
Although I often wondered why
I find peace with the stars in the sky

But for now I stay true by your side
With loyalty, my heart fills with pride
I reflect on the days good and bad
And all the times I was down and sad
We had many good times spent together
As Mother and Son these times last forever
It’s life’s train ride, emotional roller coaster
We stand and sometimes we will falter
But now much more darker times have arrived
In my heart I wonder, how long will we survive
It’s to painful too contemplate further in a verse
In the present I will raise a wall to hide the hurt

For now I still carry on until it really is to much
And my verse will be penned in my blood
Yes I will carry on, that's a real sons true love

David Swinden © 16/11/2016

David Swinden Nov 2016

Super Moon

She dances alone with passion and romance
Sapphire eyes glisten for one more chance
Her moves are mesmeric drifting delightfully
Alone with her dreams beneath the sea of tranquility

She continues to dance but tears swell in her eyes
The past is done but the fire still burns inside
In her heart and soul she carries only one vision
Wrapped in his arms with heartbeats in unison

The night is long as she reaches the final tune
But still she dances alone beneath the super moon

David Swinden © 15/11/2016

David Swinden Oct 2016

Dementia World

Last week we went on holiday to Denbigh
And just for a few days my mother came back to me
Not leaving any food everything on the plate was gone
With my two friends she even said “look that’s my son”
She couldn’t stop talking although she didn’t make sense
It brought my mother back to my heart I felt less tense
I have never seen her like this for so many years
Rekindled many memories almost brought me to tears
She was answering simple questions clearly to my friends
It was a week to rejoice and enjoy I never wanted an end
But where back home now just the two of us in solitude
And even in one day I have noticed the changes in her moods
The week in Denbigh is where she was evacuated as a young girl
Now I can see her drifting away again into her dementia world
It was a great time that we had but this still breaks my heart
But there is nothing I can do as once again we drift apart

David Swinden © 23/10/2016

With it just being the two of us she misses the benefit of a group of people.