She sits upon the sill,
Tall, proud and very still
Her colour is delicate, like a fine piece of lace
She has a face full of beauty and grace
She does not come every year, we miss her when we're apart
But the time she is with us brings love and joy to our heart
©jackiemm158

Saying No is a right
You shouldn't have to put up a fight
Your eight years old you have the right to run in the sun, play in the park, ride on a bike, climb a tree, fall and scrape your knee, drink coca cola, eat pizza, play games with your friends, learn to swim, collect shells on the beach, reach for the stars they shouldn't be out of reach.

At eight years old you should not know ****
At eight years old you should not be murdered
You should still be loved and cherished and running carefree
A child not a political pawn, what has humanity spawned.

India is getting the blame for it was there that little Asifa, lost her flame.

The reasons for this happening is not entirely clear.
But let's not pretend that bad
things don't happen here

We have a duty to our young ones, to watch them very close.
Protect them the best we can, and if we see bad things happening help them to make a stand.

We feel deep true love, only once in a
lifetime.
Don't mess it up there is no lifeline.
If once you were certain and now
there is doubt, don't walk away and
throw your love out.
Sit down, talk, shout do what it takes
to work it out
Display your emotions, whisper your
love, show your intentions
Make it clear that you are unhappy
being there but your love is still
there to see
If you just let your mind body and
soul follow me.

Darkness
Mysterious, Sinful
Evoking, Freeing, Wicked
The darkness moves you towards the light
Flowing, Framing, Brightening
Illuminous, Ethereal
Light

Tumble through my head
Just as I fall into bed
Spinning round and round
Not making any sense
Where's my pad? It's downstairs

Trying to sneak down the stairs, creaky floorboards, squeaky doors, husband who loudly snores but high alert should I speak.
Trying to sneak to get my pad makes me giggle and laugh

Find my pad, start to write
Hubby quietly stands in door, gives me such a fright
We may as well have a cup of tea, even though its only half past three
We drink and talk, back to bed

Words tumble through my head - - - and my pad is still downstairs!!