Biccets and pizza for our tea.
Blankets and toys that talk to me.
All this fun, what a world,
full of cakes half eaten, hurled!

Coloured  in with a felt tip pen.
Was my new game, in trouble again.
Green on the face and in my ear.
Thought it was a good idea!

Two years old and full of beans,
no time to sleep, the tiny wean.
Imagine how much fun She'll be,
next time she gets to play with me!

Ozzy Oz is the Wizard if Oz,
a wee girl told me beacause because!
Over the rainbow and Toe-Toe too!
And the Tinny man wants to play with you.
When you're 2 it's so much fun,
watch it ten times, never be done.
Poor old Mum, poor old Dad,
at least when it's on She will never be sad!

The year turns slowly, winter grinds on.
Old leaves rotting down,
not yet nourishing new growth.
But the trees know.
Spring will come, bringing less for some.
Yearn for the light, willing it to shine on them.
Pour goodness and grace, for all, not some.
Spring comes, let winter be done.
Let them be the happy ones.

Call myself a Christian,
what the *******!
If Azrael was to get up close,
Then to God He'd run and tell.
"Father, goodness check this one,
something is wrong and needs to be done!
He wears red nail varnish and sings to the dead,
with powerful women alluring his head!
Death Metal songs, Pagan best friend,
flippant poems, the list won't end.
The lost soul should be flogged and hung,
he listens to Camel and Neil Young!
I caught him missing church last week,
his doubts are strong and will is weak.
His other best friend is an Angel he says,
he's seen Her pure light, the love in her gaze
And then there's the spirits, the circles the mirror,
and he says it all works, oh my what a horror!
Just to love Jesus is never enough,
can't tolerate all of his poetry stuff.
Won't you send him a plague, or a bolt from the blue?
There must be some kind of way to get through!"
The Good Lord will pause, says"Azrael you pratt!
It's only Jeremiah, the skinny welsh ****!"

Acorns lying by a tree,
plenty there for you and me.
but please be careful what you do,
for acorn legends all are true.
Pick up only one or two,
take them gently home with you.
Put them in a secret spot,
not too cold, not too hot.
Watch them shake, and hatch, then giggle!
Acorns are the eggs of squirrels!

Do you forget,
or burn your memories into your heart?
Wipe the mind clean,
or juggle the shattered flaws of gone?
Blame God, or x-rays,
or chance or fate?
Remember love,
or drown in hate?
You forgot it all, his 5 years.
All you have left is anger,
Your love for him now less to you
than your hate for God.
You've denied  his face, won't hear his voice.
Don't see him playing, so ill with his toys.
yet giving his presents away,
to another sick boy.
5 years of sickness,
5 years of joy.
I see him, hear him,
smell his little baby smell.
I will remember him forevermore,
he still was the best of us four.

Under the oak there is a door,
do you wonder what it was put there for?
For fairies to get out to the world,
to watch the little boys and girls.

They keep an eye on each of you,
check the things you get up to.
Try and see you're safe from harm,
snuggled up at night and warm.

When you're there, they hide and peep,
in the bushes, hidden deep.
So when you see a flower sway,
there's fairies watching as you play!