lindsey ashton Poems

'Goodnight' my darling he whispered, as he perched himself on the bed,
'I was thinking of you today, you know, about the day we wed.
You looked so pure and perfect, like a cherub upon a cloud,
Approaching me from down the isle. you made me feel so proud.
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My daughter came home crying, so hard she couldn’t speak,
I tried my best to calm her, wiping the tears from her cheek,
What is it my dear that’s upset you, Why are you crying so?
“Oh mummy, its too awful, you wouldn’t want to know”.
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It's gettin late, the night is ageing,
But not in here, the party's raging,
Just one last drink to set me up for the night,
I'll be sobered up later, it'll be alright.
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I travel deep within myself, not sure of what I’ll find,
Walking through the tortured maze in the depth of my mind.
There’s bits and pieces everywhere, nothing here makes sense,
Strangled by my own emotion, I have no defence.
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Merry Christmas kiddie winkles, Santa is on his way,
He’s putting on his big red suit and getting on his sleigh,
No time to have your supper kids, Rudolph’s nose is red,
So quickly kiss your mum goodnight and get yourself to bed.
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Alone in the forest, not a bird or a bee,
Crowded by weeds and the overhang tree,
She sits on a swing made of old wood and vines,
Swinging backwards and forwards, she never smiles.
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On mothers day 2009 Jade took her final rest,
So brave she was to share with us the moments she had left.
Though we can no longer see her, her memory still lives on,
Her great personality and beautiful smile will be remembered by everyone.
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An old lady I am, worn out and tired
I’ve lived a life to be desired
Not all times were good, not all times were bad,
Not all times were happy, not all times were sad.
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As you sleep your heart is open, you can hear the words I say,
I tell you now of your beautiful daughter, why she was taken away.
Such little time you spent with her, your moments together were few,
I need to explain now, my child, why she was taken from you.
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If doing something crazy, would label you insane,
would you never do it, just keep your life the same?
Who tells us what is normal, who says how things should be
If everyone did what’s ‘normal’, there’d be no you and me.
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