All I Ask


Mother, protect me
From dark places
And new faces
From loud noises
And little boyses
 
Mother, comfort me
When fear takes hold
And from the cold
When life’s too much
And from angry touch
 
Mother, nourish me
With food and play
Every day
With a purpose to be
That let’s me be me
 
Mother, love me
Always and forever
And ever and ever
Always with kisses
And good wishes
 
Then
 
Mother, trust me
To love you
To nourish you
To comfort you
To protect you
Always and forever
And ever and ever
Always with kisses
And good wishes
 

This Place Stinks: A Poem by Analaigh


It used to be me

And Mom and Rosey

Our home smelt like us

It used to be cosy

But we moved to a farmhouse

With Bren, 8 cats, and Buster

It didn’t smell like us

It smelt, instead, of must…er

The creek was fun

And the horses were thrilling

We wanted to stay

At least…we were willing

As home smelt like home again

Boxes were gathered

Things packed in totes

Complacency shattered

Another long car ride

Seats shared with baskets

Another new bedspread

This one smells of plastic

Again we have roommates

And the smells are all new

But we still have each other

And our bond, it is true

So we’ll run and we’ll play

And we’ll stink up the joint

“Home is where the heart is”

I guess that’s the point