Angela Wybrow Poems

I'm lying here, wide awake
Trying hard to get some sleep;
But my brain is totally buzzing,
So it's useless counting sheep!
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I'm stood here on the platform;
I'm holding my mother's hand.
There are things that are going on -
Things that I don't understand.
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When I received a letter from my Dad,
Saying he didn't want to meet,
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You’ve brightened up my life
With colours bold and bright.
Black and white and grey,
They graced my every day.
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This afternoon, I had quite a big shock:
I discovered that I have a missing sock!
I put my socks inside the washing machine,
But now one sock is nowhere to be seen.
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I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain.
I lie on my left side, then on my right,
But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.
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A new life, for myself, I need to weave.
I need some oxygen, so as I can breathe.
From these chains, I need to break free;
I need the chance just to be totally me.
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The sky is the shade of cornflower blue;
The clouds in the sky, are extremely few.
Caught by the sunshine, everything glows.
A fresh, cooling breeze, now gently blows.
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Hundreds of people wait in the queue.
All eager to show off what they can do.
At today's talent show,
They hope for a 'yes', but may get a 'no.'
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I take a deep breath and begin to blow,
And soon the bubbles begin to flow.
From my wand, the bubbles now stream;
The sunshine makes the bubbles gleam.
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