Maureen Pickford Poems

A fleeting moment
of excitement,
anticipation
as hard-earned money
...

No rain. A drought. And now two years have passed.
Three days desperate trek to save their souls.
They arrive exhausted by their long haul
And queue at camp with humanity's mass.
...

Keep your sense of humour.
For it's your one true friend.
It can stop you self- destructing
And going round the bend!
...

There's a big fat moon
Out on high tonight.
Lying on the bed
I'm bathed in its light.
...

It's harder to hate
It takes up all your energy
And gobbles you up
From the inside out
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Little daughter standing there
Chubby cheeks and sunlit hair
Dripping wand, she's holding tight
Blowing hard, with all her might
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Do you believe
In reincarnation?
I'd come back as a
Lady elephant.
...

It's how
you say
what you
leave out
...

Fine Egyptian cotton
Four hundred counted thread
A downy soft pillow
To rest my poor head
...