Ginger bap,redfox, bushfire, carrot top, jinger minjer,oh! My personal favourite, daywalker!

      (c) eileen mcgreevy@ymail.com 2010

Oh where have you gone to my old purple coat?,
With your buttons made from the horns of a goat,
How i fought with my mother when she'd make me wear you,
Yet now i just wish that the mothballs will spare you.

I have searched in the attic, where my dress up chest is,
And ive looked in the garden where my tree house is,
How ive hunted and searched for you,my head has no peace,
I so want you to turn up, to give you to my neice.

Maybe one day i'll find you and hold you so close,
And say sorry for hating you and calling you gross,
I feel sure you're hung somewhere warm, in a cupboard,
So until then i hope you're safely covered.




(c) eileen mcgreevy 2010

There's a stop off point we are brought when we die,
And we're taken there by noble men,
After our loved ones get so say their goodbyes,
We begin our last journey with them.

In a dignified manner, they wheel us away,
And with quiet respect, they prepare,
Gently into a room with our bodies they lay,
Make us look like our lives are still there.

Such a hush will descend on this room for a while,
As those bearers of clothes dress us up,
With respect in their hearts and professional grace,
The rose cottage becomes our final stop.


                               (c) eileen mcgreevy  2010

Making a meal is like making love,
At the beginning, its all about preparation,
Getting the right ingredients, finding the right temperature,
And of course, one must love the meal one is about to "make".
And away you go, mixing up the wet and dry pieces,
Stirring them together until a stiff dough is formed,
The aromas tickle the nose, the taste of sweet and salt, just right,
The quickening of movement when everything begins to cook at the same time,
The heart starts pounding as boiling bubbles satisfy our senses,
A frenzied rush to get everything on the plate at the same time,
A  sudden rush of staem, noise, maybe a little burn or two?,
Then everything just kinda comes together, and the food is taken off the boil, simmering slowly to a warm glow,,, mmmmmmmm yumm.



                                                                  (c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2010

The hatches need fastening, there's a srorm brewing,
It's in the tone of my loves voice, he's hiding what he's doing,
The clouds pile in above his head, and darkness is descending,
I can't get through in time to tell him, my love is never ending.

He braves the storm with passion, and i see him suffer still,
He tries to hide these doubts he has, i guess he always will,
Whatever way he comes to me, is perfect either way,
I lay in bed on stormy nights, and dream of such a day.

Two is always better, when the storm is coming close,
His words relax my aching heart,that i'm the one he chose,
I wish he'd let me stop the rain, and stroke and keep him warm,
My sweet caresses bringing on, a lull in the storm.


             (c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 10/01/10

I woke up, what a **** day,
When i realised you'd gone away,
I fought for you, but try i might,
You left me, in a dream of fright.

He said"Positive", and i cried,
The joy i could not hide,
I rested, as i was told,
And i felt you grow.

I slept while in a nap,
And i loved the sleepy swap,
But in a daze i felt,
A sharp twinge, like a welt.

I woke and knew straight off,
That you had become cross,
And wanted to leave me,
You yearned to be so free.

The doctors said," i'm sorry",
But you sure took the glory,
I'm left here without you,
I hope they appreciate you!

goodbye baby

(c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com

If i showed you a place where your heart wouldn't hurt,
Would you come with me?,
If i gave you the key, without saying a word,
Would you turn the key?.

I do know of such wonders of love and delight,
It's right here with me,
Where i will kiss away terrors you feel in the night,
It's just you and me.

I have tasted such mindless disease in myself,
Although yours is much worse,
Open up my love, let me show you my help,
I will **** this curse.
i love you




(c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 29/12/09