Christmas spent alone remembering brighter times,
Cuddled on the sofa with me and mine.
Children snuggled in bed dreaming with glee,
about all the presents under the Christmas tree.

A light sprinkle of snow just starting to fall,
fire burning bright all cosy and warm.
the twinkling of the decorations as they catch the fires glow.
not long till morning now.

I wake cold and in pain,
looks like I fell asleep on the chair again.
Dreaming of decorations! but no Christmas tree,
no warm sparkling fire to comfort me.

No body want's to know when you get old,
just a forgotten old lady sat in the cold.
I wonder what happened to those good Christmas times?
sat under the warm blanket waiting for Christmas to arrive.

Sheila.
18-12-2014

The feeling of loneliness I must contend,
The knowing that the stares are those of despise.
Every bite is scrutinized by disapproving eyes,
Making me feel guilty for eating to stay alive.

They look upon me as an outcast,
A freak to make fun of when ever they like,
They don't see the hurt in my eyes.
Saying I should only be let out at night.

I am no different than the next person,
I have feelings the same as you.
Just because I am different,
Doesn't mean I don't want love to.

If only I was skinny,
And all my clothes fitted me skin tight.
I would sway down the high street,
Instead of waiting for the dead of night.

Persecuted because I was born different,
A few extra pounds here and there.
I know what people are thinking,
She's eating in public! How dose she dare.?

Sheila.

Falling on to the ground,
I crumpled in despair.
I know that you are gone for ever,
No longer to be there.

Your face, is in every young man i see,
Your walk, your hairstyle, your smile.
Thought I saw you, in town today,
My heart skipped a beat by a mile.

You were young and loving,
Had a family, a wife.
Four beautiful children,
Such a perfect life.

But your time had come,
And you went home.
And you left your family,
All alone.

Good memories we have,
Of you and your smile.
And our memory of you,
Will last a long while.

Sheila

A great big thanks for being there,
To tend to all my needs,
The friendly talks the endless walks.
The Fuss, the Fun, the Feeds,

I am always groomed so clean I gleam,
Kept free from doggy germs,
You aim to please DE-flea my fleas,
Wage war when I have worms,

They tempt me with tasty treats,
I never have to beg,
And if i howl you sometimes scowl.
Like when I fancy your leg,

It isn't all one sided though,
There are things I do for you,
Like greet you with glee so hard,
I wee, Bark, blow-off, and poo.

I am a man locked in a cell,
Not a slave; not a free man.
I am trained to fight, trained to ****
A man trapped in hell.

My cloths are simple and *****,
And the food is tasteless, bland.
A bowl of slop, is all I get,
That is all that is put in my hand.

I am trained to fight to stay alive,
From hour upon hour.
Until I can hardly move a muscle,
Or until I can hardly stand.

But I will be free one day,
To live the life I deserve.
To fight for freedom, and my right to live,
To put my family first.

I died to save the people from slavery,
And my bones were burned to dust.
But I live on in history,
My name is Spartacus!!

Sheila..