Poems
Peace at last
The day came so very slow
Heart so heavy and full of woe
Feelings false like a paper flower
Filth and abuse spurned hour after hour
Looks of hatred filled my space
Grotesque partner with purple face
Lips and mouth spouting spit and foam
Its time to leave my beautiful home
Cups and saucers pots and pans
All wrapped up with gentle hands
Bedding and curtains folded so neat
Flowers of friends smelling oh so sweet
Books, boxes, angels with wings
I will find comfort in my special things
There is only one thing I fear to dread
Where will I lay my weary head?
On a borrowed sun lounger I did lay
Then I awoke to my first special… peaceful day.
By Marie Stanifoth