by Alexander Morrissey
I am just back from visits. My son and partner were up today and it was good. I had been looking forward to it for two weeks.
We were talking about what changes both of us have made since becoming parents. My partner seems to have made loads of changes but when she asked me what I have changed, I couldn’t think of anything. Then I thought about it and realised that I have in fact: stopped taking drugs, started attending courses to manage my anger and I have really improved my attitude.
I said to my partner that although I have changed these things there is still a long way to go. I said that I realise there are always things that go the wrong way in life and things don’t happen as you would like. I believe that you have to be strong and face these situations head on, rather than jumping over them or just pushing them to the side. If you tackle the issues you can overcome them.
This is all we talked about through the visit. My son was smiling and having him on my lap brought a tear to my eye. I was so happy yet so sad at the same time as I knew I had to leave them.
by Bash Wallace
If their intent was for people to perish,
Why let them be born in the first place?
So young minds can get corruptly nurtured in the worst place?
If this country is so innocent then why does it ignore and let this go on,
Young men whose destiny is to be a 40 year old con.
Staring at this fate would drive any man insane,
But they put it down to a malfunction in the brain.
So what now if the body follows the mind?
Their discarded, brushed aside, nothing but lost souls the world left behind.
by Bash Wallace
My mother and me share an unconditional love,
One that nobody is or could ever come above.
My mum kept me warm and nursed me when I was ill,
At times I hurt her feelings but she loved me still.
Through tough times we had our ups and downs,
Though with love for her my heart drowns.
We cried for our lost bond but that’s now in the past,
Our relationship is inseparable even by a nuclear blast.
Our love is unconditional because we were once one,
I guess my ma is just my mum and I’m just her son.
by GP Stuey
Big Ma is off her rocker,
On her go-fast she’s a bit of a talker.
With a dib-dab here, a dib-dab there,
At 68 years old she has hardly any hair.
Her go-fast makes her a lot quicker,
Big Ma certainly has a working ticker.
She’s always tidying and making tea,
This is one pensioner with an acute form of OCD.
When I was young she used to say;
For these toys we need not pay!
For I have a friend behind the counter,
We have no need to even shout her.
I would get the toy rocket,
And the money would never leave Big Ma’s pocket.
That pretty much sums Big Ma up,
Always rattling that porcelain cup.
I heard recently she’s started to become frail,
Oh I almost forgot she’s also out on bail!
Big Ma is very kind and very gentle,
But lately dementia set in and made her a bit mental.
She forgets faces, names and other things too,
But for my whole life she’s always been brand new.
I’ll never forget when I was young and she bounced me on her knee,
Though in a few more years she will have forgotten me.