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 could do without this head.
To take off and discard it.
I could cope without the multitude
running around my mind.
I could deal with having some space,
to spend a few and unwind.
I could sleep if I stopped the drugs I do.
I could talk if I was not worried to.