Steve Cooke Poems

I've fallen up the stair...

I've damaged what hugs close my thigh...
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Apt is this symbol of remembered war
As we start to forget what was fought for:
The red bloom, not white, is the chosen sign,
An odd choice to promote 'Peace in our time',
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ODE TO MY DAUGHTER

My beloved daughter, you are my light,
Your laughter lifts the sorrow from my night,
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All is quiet about the house,
There's not a sound to be had.
Just a toddler stood in the corner,
Face scrunched like... he's kind of mad?
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