I woke in a mood
Had a right good old shout out
About messsy house

When I have to work
Much house chores just sit around
Not moving so still

Collecting soft dust
O I fed up with messy
house..I'm now on strike

So I plonked washing
on floor near washing machine
Said to my children

do your own washing
I'm no Wonder Woman I'm
half a century old

O okay in mid-
August i be fifty and
even more moany :)

When my mood had calmed
I carried on with my chores
As I felt better

Just needed to have
shout out , hmmm maybe me and
Dean should visit Spain

Where the Ocean is
blue and the sand is golden
And the sun is hot

Where peddle boats sail
along giggling waves and kites
float like spring flowers

O I want to dip
my toes into a swimming
pool drinking Bailys

Ah feel much calmer
now , I best go get ready
We have a party

Me Dean and children
are off to dance all night long
Yay..free bar as well :))))

So here I am in
a three bed house painting up
the well mouldy walls

Jeez there is mould in
every room and it's whiffs worst
then my old trainers

Eh! Did I say my
feet whiff..yes of course they do
Of sweet daffodils

So I sanded down
the walls and ended up like
a marshmellow man

Then I rolled the walls
If I keep on rolling like
this i shall end up

with Popeye arms , hmm
not very appealing on
a woman I say

O I'm a woman
Yes of course I am , I ****
too ain't that so fun

Oh dear looks like my
poem is not going to
plan , now where's the paint!

In bedroom is an
old wardrobe made of a tree
And it's so heavy

I wondered what tree
it was..aww bless where have all
the lovely leaves gone

Hey maybe it's a
magical wardrobe . But I
haven't got the time

to step in and have
a good old nose around , I
looked outside window

I saw a magpie
And pigeons on a house roof
Sitting quietly

I think there asleep
Ah well I be off now I
best get back to work

The icy wind is
raging taking its anger
out on the poor trees

Snowflakes on windows
make a nice pattern like a
pretty net curtain

I can hear the wind
howling mad unable to
take a short breather

A little wagtail
hurried along path trying
to warm up it's feet

I love my Chalet
walls a soft grey against a
picture of home time

A Mother's Day pink
balloon shape like a heart dressed
in gold elegant print

My children so kind
All there hearts put together
Making me smile wide

Still floating from last
Sunday because love never
dies it floats always

The heaters give a
small warmth , me and dean had a
lovely big fry up

Mushrooms and omelette
Fried tomatoes and baked beans
Warm toast and coffee

Yes it a cold day
But our little square home gives
us enough happy

The grass has gone white
Maybe daylight as frozen
time upon earths ground

Seagulls fly in sky
Ignoring the nutty winds
I'm glad I'm indoors

where the kettle can
boil and the old cooker
can still cook up food

Even the ocean
is waving crazily , so
I waved back and smiled :)

Yesterday I went
jogging , my feet stamped on ground
like an elephant

hey for the first time
I knew what an elephant
felt like..woo how strange!!

You should ave seen the
late sun it melted across
early evening sky

It made me want to
go home and drink a glass of
nice smooth fresh orange

has to be nice smooth
orange don't like orange with
those annoying bits

I loved the duck pond
It had a silver lining
Twinlking brightly

Oops no sorry it
was a park light shining bright
reflecting in pond

Anyway I had
to jog all around the park
My belly bounced bounced

It nearly knocked me
out , I panted so much I
thought I saw heaven!!!

The moon was pretty
and full it must have had a
nice big fat fry up

The grass was damp too
But all was okay as the
snow had disappeared

But where had the snow
gone , I know the answer..blame
the trees they drank it

Finally I got
back home and wrapped myself in
a cozy blanket

Then drank a bottle
of water as if I been
stranded in desert

Then i sat down next
to my Dean and we both watched
a film on Netflix :)

so we checked our list
of how many family
and friends are coming

we then realised we
went over our set number
Oh my panic bloomed

how did this happen
we hadn't thought it through and
now cold winter laughs

so we yelled and yelled
released all our bad tension
Then went off to eat

Yeap food is a warm
cozy good feel making all
our bellies smile wide

*** I had
no idea organising
a wedding is hard

invites sent out , hen
holiday now booked , diet
keeps walking away!!!

Birthdays coming up
my brain is going to pop
Coffee *** empty!

My new word this week
'Dysfunctional family'
Yeap we are all mad

But in good way too
We have our say , then it's back
to normality

Did I just say the
word normality , does that
word even exist

A good row clears the
air , Tis an old qoute my mum
use to say..it works!!

the sky is still grey
outside , the trees are still bare
The wind is icy

Me and Dean hold hands
Another day over , a
new day begins too

The sky is clear and
mellow , clouds drift softly sweet
The sun shines brightly

Birds fly in sky high
Raindrops splash into twinkles
And the flowers grow

Tapping his fingers
upon wooden desk , Albert
wished he'd done much more

all the times he spent
away from his family
touring the country

had left him in a
state of winter emptiness
of frozen raindrops

his banjo his friend
his only friend , his wife , his
two children now gone

taken way to soon
from a tragic accident
flowers never grew

there spirits now fly
echoing through his cracked walls
of a broken heart

his sorrowful heart
numb and black with depression
took over his soul

he gave a sigh of
regret as he looked outside
his window of pain

shelves of unread books
decorated the sky , soft
snowflakes stood still

an empty armchair
a brown stained cup of coffee
floated in-between

a jack in the box
popped up every hour , a
small hand fades away

a pretty apron
covered in painted saucepans
danced with a big spoon

he bowed his head , his
eyes filled with tears like bright stars
twinking at night

his feet rooted deep
under the ground clinging to
a life he once knew

until spring leaves blossomed
spreading a rush of warm love
into his heart

he opened his eyes
to a sky of birds flapping
there wings happily

and for the first time
in a long time , he watched
the golden sunrise

And he knew there and
then he must forgive himself
for the life he'd lived