Posted in poetry, writing

Crying Child

My eldest finds crying,

The thing that helps him win.

But when he starts, I don’t agree,

And have to bear it and grin.

***

Sometimes I turn to shouting,

And putting him in his place.

It’s the only thing that stops

The tears from rolling down his face.

***

He goes straight to crying,

No attempt at negotiating or compromise.

I explain that adults do this,

For we can’t get our way by letting floods pour from our eyes.

***

Then I think if I cried every time I didn’t get my way,

Surely the world would be better?

We’d show emotions all the time

With our eyes getting wetter and wetter?

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In a perfect world maybe?!

Posted in poetry, writing

A Muscle Knot Poem

When my back feels good,

It’s great up and down my spine.

But for months I’ve had this pain,

A change to this, was about time!

Not for relaxing but for fixing,

So an appointment with a physio I got.

She really did work her wonders,

And got rid of the bunched up knots!

Then something happened later that evening,

Lately my fingers have been frozen to the core.

I sat there and all of a sudden they felt hot and normal,

Ah, relief. Goodbye pain, no more!

My body feels like everything’s working,

As it mostly should.

Next time I’ll never ignore my aches and pains,

The physio does extremely good!

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Thank you to Laura at realign for sorting my back out. Greatly appreciated!

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