Gentle waves of melancholy Wash against my mind. Never enough to pull me down - They serve to remind me Of past happinesses, And joys yet to be experienced.
It is my Mother’s birthday – this is written to thank her for me being here and enjoying life – Happy Birthday Mum! with love, Andy xox
I looked across at Rodney’s lunch –
Cream Bun, all sweet and sugary,
A dusting of white sugar powder.
I licked my lips –
I’d love a bight of that.
In my lap, there sat a box;
Fresh, bright red Tupperware.
Inside, a package of neatly folded
Brown paper waited.
The sauce from the crust-free baked bean sandwich held within
couldn’t escape the careful,
Double wrap, which protected my
Two Iced Vovo biscuits from
Serious sauce contamination.
I love all of my lunch.