maria goodison Poems
|41.||Save A Day||7/13/2013|
|42.||Snow Is Falling||5/12/2014|
|44.||Spider And Fly||5/12/2014|
|49.||Thank You My Dear's||12/10/2014|
|50.||The Beast At Night||5/12/2014|
|51.||The Bottom Of The Garden||7/24/2013|
|52.||This Old Town||5/8/2014|
|56.||We Done What We Said||8/24/2014|
|57.||What A Shame||5/12/2014|
|58.||What Man Has Made||8/3/2013|
|59.||When I Die||5/12/2014|
|61.||With Out A Face||5/8/2014|
|66.||Your Not A God||5/9/2014|
Mother said I have to let things go
and call you father, daddy or dad.
The anger swells within me so
at having to think your the one
I've been looking for.
My childish dreams
have been torn asunder and 'why? '
is all I have left to wonder?
Asking why were you never there?
Was it me that made you leave?
Why no letter sent, no phone call made?
Mother says to mend the bridge,
to let things flow and flowers to grow.
I'm sat across from you now,
trying to keep the smile there,
struggling to keep
my fist from tightening ...
I should of carried on and walked away
and never stayed for that drink.
Never laughed at your jokes
and slapped that smile from your face.
I should of been a better person, listened to my brain,
and stayed well away till I caught that train.
I should of never answered your lying smile,
it was a simple task.