Tuesday 23 February 2021

Want Out My Body!

 

Want Out My Body!

 

You wanted to have a peep inside

To find out what was wrong,

For many months I've almost cried

Going on for much too long!

 

Been feeling humpy and grumpy

Want to feel like I used to be!

It worried me being lumpy

Not sure what they're going to see.

 

There were many people in that room

All putting me at ease,

'And while we look within your womb

Think of your happy place now please!'

 

I thought of blue sea and snorkeling,

While trying to count down

And thoughts about wellbeing

In a hospital gown.


Good to wake up to a cup of tea

With a biscuit and a smile!

Said 'Thanks for looking after me

Can I stay here for a while?'

 

Now you've explained the concern -

And I really have no doubt,

You've told me and I've learned

You'll be needing to take it out!

 

I think of all things uterine

Of the babies that grew in there

But think removal will be fine

Have finished with childcare!

 

I will be back before the end of May,

Go back to a happy place.

I don't mind staying for a day,

This might be my saving grace.

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

22/02/2021

 

23/02/2021

Wednesday 3 February 2021

Deflated

 

Deflated

 

Missing our talks,

Missing our walks,

The shows!

Going with the flow.

Our birthdays -

Our special days!

There are loads I miss -

A hug and a kiss.

It's somehow got lost

In wires crossed.

 

Missing our chats

Our cats!

Favourite tracks

Films, relax.

Scrabble!

Endless babble!

A game of crib;

Singing ad-lib.

Now not good

And misunderstood

 

Looking at photos,

Charity clothes!

Eating out,

Now all in doubt.

Visiting places

Touching base,

Good ideas 

Now all unclear.

All in the throes

Not now so close.

 

Precious words

Now so blurred,

Gifts given with love

All of the above

So missed.

Emails dismissed.

But in the midst

Deep feelings exist,

Please don't desist

A yearn to persist.

 

Our breaks away 

And by the way

It seemed like yesterday

We talked every day.

Your work, your play

To throw away?

Phoned everyday

To see if okay.

Now Mothers' day

Will be kept at bay.

 

The nation

And population

Frightened, scared,

For us do you care?

Cancelled celebrations

And allegations

The frustrations

And irritations

Now stagnated.

We’ve miscommunicated.

 

Unanswered questions

Made suggestions,

Keep asking why

And want to cry.

Can’t satisfy,

Can’t identify,

Can’t deny

It’s gone awry

Since last July.

Hard to comply.

 

Now the tears,

The fears.

Over the years

It appears

The unconditional 

Love, not traditional.

It's complicated

Exaggerated

Feel hated

Deflated.

 

February 2021