Cathy

Cathy Apr 2021

You have the power
You do it because you can
To grow more money
Through exploitation
The price is paid
By another
The cost is something
They can’t recover
I know it doesn’t
Matter to you
That I’m here
Begging too
You’ve heard it before
And it falls
On deaf ears
Like the bird calls
Another cut
Is made
And more lives
Are taken in trade
For the ancients
There’s no coming back
As they are laid
Stack by stack
And carted off
Down the blasted road
They should stand tall
Not be dead and towed
Once they’re gone
And none are left
Will you too then
Stand bereft?
You’ll have to find
A new way to make a living
Knowing from history
That you learned nothing
You can’t undo
This kind of mistake
But what do you care?
You take take take
I did so want to reach out
To those giants and see
Unbroken uncut untouched
Forests with tree after tree after tree

#forest #trees

Cathy Mar 2021

My boy

My boy has gone
My wonderful beautiful boy
He was my world,
My life, my everything, my joy
The house is empty now
An all encompassing emptiness
It swallows what is left
And leaves a crushing loneliness
It grabs me round the neck
And chokes the sobs out strangling
I’m so tired and worn out
I can’t talk or think of anything
But my boy is gone

Cathy Feb 2021

Disappointment

An absence
Of what was going to be
Now gone with barely a trace
You can see it
It looks like the tears on her face
You can hear it
It sounds like the break in her voice
But you can’t touch it
It’s hers to nurse or ignore, her choice
You can feel it
But it’s too late to fix now, it’s there
What’s done is done
Maybe it will fade in time, with care
Perhaps it will flare to anger
Watch the repercussions grow
Can anything soften that hurt?
Only she can know.

Cathy Jan 2021

Not goodbye

Something I’m not going to say
Is goodbye
It doesn’t come easy for me
That’s why
I wear a smile like a little
White lie
And pretend it isn’t really
Goodbye

Cathy Jan 2021

One for sorrow two for joy

I saw ten magpies
Chatting in a tree
I whispered hello
As they sized up me
Was it ten sorrows
That they gave away?
Or maybe five joys
To brighten my day
I’m superstitious
It has to be said
If I was not so
I’m sure I’d be dead
Who knows what bad luck
Is lurking out there
Ready to smite those
Who do not take care
Never walk under
A ladder of course
Wear charms to deflect
Bad energy source
And try to avoid
The number thirteen
Of course forty four
Should never be seen
So greetings magpies!
You have a great day!
And I’ll go safely
Right out of harm’s way.

Just for fun

Cathy Jan 2021

I forget

When I thought I would remember, and then I did forget
I’m left with some frustration, and not a small regret
I wish that I were sharper, like I used to be
As others start to notice and get annoyed with me
Is this the start of more? An even worse decline?
I so hoped I would be alright, that still I would be fine
And then I start to wonder what else did I forget?
But what I don’t know cannot hurt, I guess I’m alright yet

Cathy Nov 2020

Reflections of a relay runner

Like a runner in a relay race
Passing the baton on
Then it comes round again
And I’m not the only one
Feeling the sprint get harder
The distance longer round the track
Some runners stumble and fall
But we don’t have time to look back
More batons now add to the load
It’s hard not to let a few drop
But the pace is relentless
There’s nowhere to stop
The spectators of this sport are watchful
Especially those in the VIP box
Be careful that you never slip up
Or you’ll find yourself pelted with rocks
We each wish it could all be over
We’re thinking enough is enough
But they say the tough get going
When the going gets tough
We want to support each other
As we know what we’re going through
But we barely have time to say ‘thanks’
Or ‘we need and value you’
As more fall by the wayside
We struggle on under the strain
Collecting our burdens like trophies
Ignoring all our own pain
We’re in this because we are selfless
Driven to help those in need
But best not examine too closely
Our faces as there you will read
Behind the smile there’s a sadness
With exhaustion exacting its dues
Because the game never changes
And this was yesterday’s news

This is nursing