The thing that money can’t buy. 

She is their earth, 

Their food,

 Their bed 

And the extra blanket when it grows cold in the night 

She is their warmth and their shelter. 

Some are kissing mothers 

Some are scolding mothers 

Most mothers kiss and scold together 

But it is love just the same. 

Mothers can bear your pain 

Comport where it hurts 

Be there for you when needed. 

God knew what he was doing 

When he made mums for you and me 

They say that man is mighty 

He governs land and sea 

But the hand that rocks the cradle 

Will do just fine for me. 

But the hand that rocks the cradle 

Will do just fine for me.

Making Forevers. . . . 

Making Forevers. . . . .
Forever. . . . .

How is it measured?

In the smile of a child,

Or the laugh of a dear friend?

Is it the warmth of a loved ones arms

Holding us tight in the

Dark of the night, 

Or the tear

From a loving mothers sadness?

Forever. . . . .

When is “Forever” done?

Is it over when the child

No longer has a reason to smile?

Is it over when the dear friends

Laughs are no longer heard?

When the warmth of love is gone,

Is “Forever” done, 

Or is “Forever”

Done when the mothers sadness

No longer breaks her heart into?

Hearts Journey

To know I’ve helped you learn,

helping you make all the right turns.

What you decide will be right,

even if made in the deep of night.

Always trying to caring way to hear,

Will always save you from fear.

Never make yourself doubt,

Let your heart lead

You down the best route.

Even when you’re sad, too,

Know I’ve been there,

And I will always love

The both of you…….

Weeping Rainbow

Listening to the rain

Falling furiously from above,

He gives it eminent domain

To cleanse the earth.

Like weeping tears

From the eyes of angels

Washing away sorrows fears.

Raindrops, like crying

Washes souls for a time.

Only after the dying

Do we realize the angels

Tears where of joy.

Joy for the rainbow

Of life after the storms.


I’m not their mother,
I care for them each day.
I cuddle,
And read to them,
And watch them as they play.
I see each new accomplishment,
And help them grow and learn,
I understand their language,
I listen with concern.
They come to me for comfort,
And I kiss away their tears.
They proudly show their work to me,
I give the loudest cheers!

I am not their mother,
But my role is just as strong.
I nurture them and keep them safe,
Though maybe not for long.
I know someday the time may come,
When we will have to part,
But I know each child
I’ve cared for
Is forever in my heart!



Our Castles of Sand

Our Castles of Sand

Hands determinedly digging through sand,
Rocks and shells pounding,
 Pumping and preparing magnificent mounds of living structure.
 Like castles of sand
 On a burning beach,
 Our cities emerge
  From lifeless barren soil.
  A network of confusion
  Erupting into violence and hate.
  Only the rich can have
  The upper windows
   That look out and on,
   From the mess their hands have formed.
 The others,
Sitting in houses
 Awaiting death.
Seizing, grasping any kind of joy
  That comes their way,
  Even if their joy claims
 That of others.
Stagnated youth,
Lying helpless at the end of a needle
 Stolen innocence of childhood appeasing the lusts of men
Tyrannical credit cards
Seizing wealth that does not exist,
Pulling people into poverty
 In the name of freedom.
The tide always comes
What we think is permanent,
Stable and prolonged
   Disappears in an instant.
Our castles of sand
 That cost so much of life and beauty to build,
Will one day,
 All be washed away.

Count Your Blessings

Just for this morning,

I am going to smile when I see your face ,

And  laugh when

I feel like crying.

Just for this morning,

I will let you choose what you want to wear,

And smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning,

I am going to step over the laundry,

And pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning,

I will leave the dishes in the sink,

And let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon,

I will unplug the telephone and keep the
computer off,

And sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles..

Just for this afternoon,

I will not yell once,

Not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck,

And I will  buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon,

I won’t worry about what you are going to be
when you grow up,

Or second guess every decision

I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon,

I will let you help me bake cookies,

And I won’t stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon,

I will take us to McDonald’s and buy us
both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys..

Just for this evening,

I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born

And how much I love you.

Just for this evening,

I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening,

I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch

Counting all the stars.

Just for this evening,

I will snuggle beside you for hours,

And miss my favorite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray,

I will simply be grateful that

God has given me the greatest  gift ever given.

I will think about the mothers and fathers ,

Who are searching for
their missing children,

The mothers and fathers who are visiting  their children’s graves,

Instead of their bedrooms,

And mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms ,

Watching their children suffer senselessly,

And screaming inside that they can’t handle it anymore.

And when I kiss you goodnight

I will hold you a little tighter,

A little longer.

It is then,

That I will thank God for you,

And ask him
For nothing,

Except one more day…

Lost Babies

Life moves on days go by and all I do is cry
In the morning I awake my face stained with tears
My sheets drenched with tears
All I feel is pain and despair
I call at for my children only they are not there
Then I remember that my ex has stolen them away
The court gave them to him on the 23rd of January since then it has been like a living Nightmare only I can’t awake from it
I pray to Allah every day and night to keep them safe and bring them home soon

(I wrote this poem after losing a custody battle in 2006) 

Hard World

It was a hard hard world they had left behind

Where the wheels did turn and their songs did rhyme

It was a hard hard road with its twisting bends

With its new dawn sights and its clucking hens

It’s a long long time with a dim dim past

Where the smoke did drift and the tales did last

It’s a hard hard story to unfold with its dreams all lost

With its children cold

It was a hard hard reason to tell them lies

To say that it was like heaven beneath the skies

When your hands were cold and your belly weak

All your journeys long and your spirit bleak

Oh it’s a long long journey from start to end

So cock an ear and let’s pretend my friend

There were rabbits free around each bend

Friends and neighbors for money yet to lend

The chavvies they played upon the downs with barefoot steps with laughing sounds

The old uns sat around the yog and told of dreams within the bog

The chaffinch trilled and the adder squirmed amongst the gorse each sunny morn

Where the vardo rested and the young men dreamed

And kissed the girls and made them scream

It was a hard life looking back amongst the broom and alder downs n back

Where the work was hard cutting peat and selling craft to mushes feet

The stories told and the lies were spun of how we all had such good fun

With blistered hands and swollen feet and little monies

But we had those dreams.

Said The Gypsy Poet

Listening To Those Whispers

A little while back, I felt lost and suffocated, but now I feel like I’m free and on the right path again and I’m feeling quite emotional about this…or maybe it’s my pregnancy hormones making me feel emotional! Either way, I’m a ball of emotions right now and have been in these last few weeks……