I twist and turn your wheel like a man possessed.
Stamping on the brake
Stomping on the gas!
Turn that lever
Honk that horn
Get me there quick!
You growl back at me!
But then comes the affection
I maintain you.
I polish you and give air to your tyres.

Keep going we will get to the finish line together!

It's ok
It's ok
It's ok
I calmly say to you
You're barely two
It's the Middle of the night
Did a noise give you a fright?
Time has no meaning in your young and growing mind.
Did you wake because it was your blanket you were trying to find?
Or did the cold make you quiver?
I wrap you up in my grown up arms to stop any type of shiver.
Your lids flutter and then you realise it's me.
I'll hold onto you until you are as comfortable as can be.
Once you start to dream again I'll rest you snugly in your cot.

You have other ideas....

You have me wrapped around your little finger in case I have forgot!

Sorry loses it's definition if the lesson isn't learnt quickly.

Jealousy breeds envy but breeding is envious if done lots!

What would Shakespeare think if he were alive today?
Using hellopoetry as his platform to express all he has to say.
Would he choose twitter to tweet and have a Facebook wall too?
Instead of a using a pen he'd be stuck to his laptop like glue!

A blind person sees more than someone with eyes shut.

Innocent and inebriated.
In the dead of night she staggered.
Young at heart but intoxication excess had made her slightly haggard.
Emotionally charged with deep rooted scars upon her heavy heart.
Shadows clouding judgment her world had been torn apart.
No one knew her plight, her fight, the tragedy she'd faced.
Take the story one year back where the cause is easily traced.
Her little boy of five years old
Alfie was his name
Knocked down by a drunk
Killed stone cold
What an awful shame!
A downward spiral an empty house
The result of a mothers loss
Equating to another drunk
Who couldn't give a toss!