Treasure Island

patricia Northall

(30 05 42 / Warrington, Cheshire)

Joanne


I love you Joanne, why?
Because you are what I am
The why, the where, the how,
All of these things
You must know now.

The bruises, the cuts,
The hurt and pain
And the don't do that again.
You live each day right to the end
With Nicola, Leslie and my best friend.

I have read to chapter twelve Mum
A shall soon be at the end,
Can I read you some, and what is for tea,
You open the world of my childhood to me.

Once again you make me feel free
As through the fields you run
Into rivers you fall,
Brown by the sun.
Dirt you find as home you leave behind
Until your day is done.

Then you lovingly lie next to me
To watch your favourite on TV.
God gave you the gift to see
The world is yours
And you are free.
But just for now
You belong to me.

Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written many years ago, my daughter age 8, enjoyed a wonderful
childhood, free from the world we know now, and where children
very rarely 'play out'.

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