What Sweet Bliss - Kathy Figueroa
What sweet bliss bringest coffee
And a homemade butter tart!
A salve for the hurt ego,
A balm for the aching heart!
Oh, sweet fragrance of dark roast
Fine grind, Fair Trade coffee bean!
Amongst all beverages
Thou surely must be the Queen!
This and the grand confection,
A pastry and sugar blend,
Prepared to peak perfection
Will, the most sore spirit, mend!
Kathy Figueroa
Day Trip - Diane Scantlebury
Off to Brighton
On the Southern train
A day at the sea side
It‘d better not rain
Listening to iPod
To help the time pass
Just under an hour
The journey is fast
First stop Clapham Junction
In ten minutes at most
Then out of the city
Down to the south coast
Across the aisle of the carriage
Two ladies chatter
My head is full of music
So the subject doesn’t matter
The rhythmic roll
Makes some passengers doze
Through ear popping tunnels
As onwards we go
With scenes rushing by
It is easy to slip
Into a hypnotic trance
A high speed fuelled trip
Destination looms closer
Soon time to stop
Now thoughts turn with anticipation
To fish n chips and rock
Diane Scantlebury
Little Bird - Ian Duquemin
Fly away little bird
May breezes lift you through the air
With no baggage for your journey
Please take with you my prayer
Let the path that you have chosen
Be trouble free and kind
And guide you to a paradise
No man could ever find
May the seas be still beneath you
May the sunlight keep you warm
Encourage others on your flight
To sing at every dawn
Let the thermals help with tired wings
Giving strength to one and all
And may mother earth hold out her hands
And catch the ones that fall
Ian Duquemin
Mum 1932-1965 - Tony Robert
You left us on the 15th of May,
When you were suddenly taken away
A young family left to cope
With only love, faith and hope
Found it very hard to take in,
Tried to remember how it had been
Only a kid of six years old,
Didn’t believe what I was told
“Your mummy’s gone to heaven son”,
I just wanted to cry and run
To hide and hope that you would seek,
To find me mum, I felt so weak
We tried to live a normal life,
We had no mum, Dad lost a wife
Stuck together just like glue,
Hard times but we made it through
Always there for each other,
My Dad, my sister and my brothers
Grew up and went our different ways,
But we never forget those early days
It’s forty eight years since that day,
When the angels came and took you away
But still I think of you and wonder how,
You’d think of us if you were here now
I try my best to make you proud,
Find silver linings in every cloud
It’s hard sometimes to carry on,
Trying to be happy, full of fun
Miss you now more than ever,
Know one day we’ll be together
I needed you then, miss you still,
And I know I always will
Tony Robert
Final Instalment - Andrew Barham
The garden is almost complete
As the time for leaving approaches;
Will it be ready
Before I go?
It hardly seems worthwhile
Planting tomatoes in the greenhouse this year –
They’re never ready
Before September …
Andrew Barham
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