My Mobile Phone Disaster: A True Story!

For Prose for Thought this week, there follows a true story about how I broke my mobile phone. The moral of the story is; answering your phone at inappropriate times might not be wise, but saying 'I told you so' is never a good idea!

I dropped my phone, which wasn't bright, 
Now I dream of a new one day and night, 
One with a screen without a crack, 
No ugly scratches or dents in the back.

Remembering Jack for National Poetry Day 2015

I originally wrote this almost exactly three years ago, although it really doesn't seem that long. It was something I did to reach out to a friend during an incredibly difficult time. It was meant to let her know I was thinking of her and I cared, but it ended up doing so much more, but that's another story. It is the poem I will always be most proud of, because I wrote it from everything I was thinking at the time. I didn't edit or mess about with it, I just wrote it from the heart. It is the most genuine poem I've ever written. I hope you like it and forgive me this little indulgence.

Wash Day Blues

I do like a challenge, that much is true,

So, as soon as the washing cycle is through

I rush out to the garden with hope in my eyes,

And only once do I pause to look up at the skies.

There's a certain injustice, as I try to be green,

Save money and energy, whilst keeping things clean,

But it could rain for a day, or perhaps just an hour,

there's no way of knowing when's the next shower.

A Train Poem that Parents Might Relate To!

A little boy obsessed with trains,

Knows all the types and all their names,

Every buffer, piston, funnel,

Every chuffer, sleeper, tunnel.

Excitement builds as the big day dawns,

Expectant face and stifled yawns,

No bus for us, it’s the train today,

A rare treat to start our holiday,

Ode to Too Much Junk Mail!

Stop shoving stuff through my door,

It’s really becoming a bore,

All kinds of media tat,

Arrives on my mat

And I really can’t take anymore!

Every day with a sure certainty,

There arrives, more or less, half a tree,

Of leaflets and bumf,

Political gumf,

And an advert for podiatry.

Unconditional Love

I like it when you cuddle me and when you hold my hand, 

I don’t like it when you’re cross with me, cos I don’t understand.

I try to listen carefully to everything you say,

But sometimes there are lots of words and I start to lose my way!

Ode to Someone Special

Just because I wasn't there,
It doesn't mean I didn't care.
In thought, in memory, every day,
As if you never went away.

I may have seemed distracted some,
A worker, friend, a person, mum,
With lots to do, deadlines meeting,
 Our precious moments, all so fleeting.

Remembering Jack; A Little Man's Legacy

A lot of people seem to have opinions on online friendships. Some think that it's silly and you can't really know someone without meeting them. You can't even be sure they are who they say they are. Which is true. However... some people really see the benefit of 'meeting up' with online friends to chat and just pass the time of day. There are lots of reasons why people turn to the internet for company. It could be due to illness or disability, maybe someone has lost confidence and doesn't like to socialise in pubs, etc, on their own. Or it could be a mother or father of small children who wants to talk about something other than Peppa Pig! Whatever the reason, many people are finding their place in online communities through shared interests and groups. And it can be a really positive thing.