well good thing is she
is back home in her fresh new
painted grey bedroom

One wall papered with
a white snowy background
splashed with glitter

I bought some sweet red
flowers that light up which she twirled to her bedstairs

smooth scented candles
lie across her window sill
with empty frame

I must go chemist
to print off a photo of
our dear labodor

his now in heaven
but she loved him plenty, she
will love his photo

white stars hang from her
wall like a starry night
to help her sleep well

hair dryer on floor
her dinner plate collects a
green makeover

a bundle of clothes
******* up in the corner
like hunps in a road

her anger still there
never knowing her mood swing
can be quite daunting

Yet I argue with
her but the park rescues me
with a pond of ducks

I collect my thoughts
together,  breathe in slowly
to calm my own mood

the park bench I sit
on is full of winters cold chill
trees look ghostly

her heart is lovely
she's just finding her way
and I'm just her mum

each week she improves
the change in her since last year
as been amazing

hoping soon she'll get
a job to really build up
her confidence

her intake on
cannibis is slowing down
her smile is smiling

but for now , time will
take its time , and i will
just keep on loving her