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Donna Mar 2018
Tonight I met a
little spider , it was in
my bathroom running

Aww it was so small
I was sweeping up the dust
And then I had a

moment , I thought I
shall sweep it up in dust
pan and brush right now

Then I thought o no
I cannot sweep it up to
end up in a bin

crawling about in
the dark on yesterday's food
all stinky with pong

Instead I let it
run free under a plastic
chess of werid drawers

Aww it was so small
And it was celebrating
springs yellow sunshine

But where is the sun
O it's coming soon , its just
planting its insects

Ain't spring so lovely
I'm so excited to see
a butterfly fly

They smile you know, you
just need to look closely
But you must smile back

Because if you don't
You will miss out on natures
kind gentle cuddles
Don't forget to smile when u see a butterfly :)
Donna Jan 2018
butterfllies sit in
offices fluttering there
awesome wings

caterpillars sit
opposite tapping there
moany old feet

the windows are big
painted with birds and Cherubs
and of course spinach

and next to spinach
is mash pototes with
onion gravy

tables covered in
red and white check cloths,  pretty
the salt and pepper

a chef flips pizza
red juicy round tomatoes
rest near grated cheese

and the clouds continue
to fluff up a beautiful
sight for all to see

then ping.. a cherub
aims an arrow right between
a woman's fingers

she looks in shock , not
at the arrow but at the
river she faces

the bridge is high
much higher now she stands at
the edge of the world

gently she stumbles
back onto the bridge , her legs
weak from insistence

knowing her life is
more important , she walks
away , her dress flows

her shoes clink , and she
looks up at the light in her
office and smiles
okay just another one that popped into my mind I not know if it makes sense or not but it made me smile as I wrote it x postivity rules always :) can't think of title **
Donna Jan 2018
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
:)

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