When I was little I’d
with my Grandparents when
my Mother was away
My Grandad was quite stern and stark
with Victorian ways,
Missing my Mother, I’d cry at night,
because she wasn’t there
to tuck me in tight.
So in order to stop me nightly, weeping,
My Grandad gave me an Angel
to watch me while I was sleeping.
Then the strict old man would give me a kiss
and when I look back
I can’t help but Reminisce
And I look at that Angel
that’s still by my bed
and Wish I could see old Grandad instead.
Written by Kristian Fogarty 5th April 2021
This poem was written for the What do you See challenge:
I have also included the following word prompts:
The Word of the Day today is KISS, and so I remembered last year I wrote this poem inspired by this picture as part of a challenge by Keith Channing. I thought it would be a good time to share it again 🙂
This poem was written for Keith Channing’s Kreative Kue challenge:
All I want to do is play with my
but it seems as though I’m just out of luck
I’ve been picked up and squeezed by hands so strong
I don’t like it, I think it’s so rude and so wrong!
I’d tell them to stop it, but I’m tiny and young
and I can’t seem to get the right words off my tongue.
And now they are pushing me into a face
Can I not have some dignity in this place?
I know you’re my mother and she is my sister,
but can’t you understand, I don’t want to
It’s definitely a nightmare rather than a dream
so all I can do is to start crying and scream.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 30th May 2020