Tim Kitchen Poems
- War Child Little girl, trying to sleep in your bed don’t ...
- Faith Faith. My faith was never a beacon of light more of...
- Intimate Strangers The poet still writes, the singer still ...
- The Old Vicar An old man sits on a churchyard bench with his...
- Where Are They Now Is my Mother with the angels in her ...
- Borderline A little boy sits in a prison cell in a land ...
- Bright Eyes You were always there to welcome me, if I came to...
It was certainly a new experience for me when I first started writing Poetry. I remember my father Fred Kitchen had written numerous poems, so maybe it’s in my genes. I certainly was not a person who appreciated poetry at all, to be honest. However, I do take a lot of pleasure from listening to and reading the lyrics of songs. I will never be a Wordsworth or a Taupin but none of us should be ... more »
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Little girl, trying to sleep in your bed
don’t listen to the sound of the bombs nearby
just close your eyes and try not to cry
and let your brother sing you a lullaby.
And don’t listen to the noise of the guns
as the bullets flash by your door, don’t cry
just think of the peace found in sleep
while your brother sings you a lullaby.
Little girl, as you sleep in your bed
when you dream, try not to dream of the day
when soldiers came with their guns
and took your father away.
And when you wake up to a new day
looking for the sun, ...