THE HOSPITAL

'The Nurse'  by  Trish  1994

The hospital was beautiful,
Just like a grand old house,
I was so excited, and wondered,
What it was all about.

'My daughter's ill', my mother said,
'She's got pains in her head,
She's been like it for weeks,
She can barely get out of bed'.

The nurse was nasty and cold,
Even the doctor seemed scared.
I cried and cried, and cried,
But no one came or cared.

At five, these trials and terrors,
Were the nightmares of my life,

'The Doctor'  by Trish  1994

But for my mother it was stark drama,
For  if no drama, no strife, she'd no life.

'I told them' she said, after the event,
'How dare you treat my daughter like this,
I'll take it further, you'll see, believe me!'
Her voice as she told her story, became a hiss.

I knew my mother had said no such words,
She'd stood beside me when they called her in,
And said, 'now you behave yourself, stop all this fuss'
At her words, I closed my heart, and my small body took wing

Tushie.

TWO SISTERS

'Sister 1'  by  Trish

'Awake I  Sleep'  by  Trish 1994

'Sister 2'  by  Trish  1996

Sister Savage was a twin
Neither one was into sin.

'Share your coins with the poor,
Give to the needy, when at your door.

'The Cat Mother'  by  Trish  1994

Keep your eyes raised, up, on high.
Stay unaware of all who pass by.
Give heart and soul, to the Dear Lord,
It'll keep you from sin, and being bored'.

Tushie

'Just Out of the Egg!'  by  Trish  1995

A SORTA-SOLDIER-SAILOR-MAN

(It's a long tall tale)

Yes here he is, he's the man!

'The Man'  by Trish  1995

He says he's fought, like no one can!
His story goes from far and wide
I've the impression, he tries to hide?

Now what is it?, why would he do that?
I noticed, he has no gold braid, on his cap.
In fact he's no gold braid anywhere,
And he doesn't seem to even care,

What rules and regulations are about,
He's more concerned with, 'whose turn to shout?'
The man's a mystery, he's not what he seems,
I think he fabricates, all from his dreams.

Last nigh he asked me to go on a trip,

'A Soldier Sailor Friend'  by  Trish 1994

He said he can borrow a large battle ship.
Well, we'll see, the truth will come out,
I said I'd think it over but, needed to know about,
Where we were going and when we'd be back?
His reply was, 'don't worry friend, just go home and pack'.

'On Gossamer Wings'  by  Trish  1996

'A Wasteland Flower'  by  Trish  1994

'The Cross Snow Man'  by  Trish  1996

(To be continued)

Tushie

'Another Opera Entertainer Friend'  by  Trish  1994

'A Young Sister Savage'  by  Trish

'Happiness'  by  Trish  1994

CLIMBING THE- BY - WAYS

''
'Another Time'  by  Trish

It came upon me softly, I don't know where or when.

It brought with it change, and I was never the same again.
Sun, salt and sea, no longer gave a fresh, free day,
Nor strolls through city or country side, all joy had gone away.

Warmth had once lain upon me, as a garment from the cold,
It held a promise to remain with me, until I was very old.
But change, came upon me, softly, as a thief in the night,
Steals the crown jewels, without need of even a fight.

Tushie

OLIVER

'Oliver'  by  Trish  1994

'Oliver's Wheel  of Fortunel'  by  Trish  1994

                                                                        (Oliver's Word's at Work)
                                                               I'm told I'm strange, a weird sort of chap,

'Oliver's Protector'  by  Trish  1995

sort of not really on the every day map.
I tell folk, 'well that's me, it's just how I am,
So be it, if you see me as a strange weird man'.
However, odd, or come Whatever may,
Of one thing I'm certain, on the day,

When I start to work, at a man's job,
I'll put my shoulder to the wheel,

And I'll earn every 'bob'.

(for me, 'bob' = ten cents)

Tushie
                                                                             

'Energy Image'  by  Trish  1994

'Oliver's Grandma'  by  Trish  1995

A BIT OF AN OLD BIDDY?
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She certainly doesn't look the best

Wouldn't put her, to the test,
But many's the good tune on an old fiddle,
Especially if you can play, hi diddle, diddle.                                                  
'After all, what is, this myth about old age',                                                            
Grandma says, so family members say,                                                           
'It's like starting a book, in the middle, or at the end',
The story comes out anyway, if you're not round the bend.

Tushie
                                                                                                                                                                                              




                                                               
                                                             
                                                                                                                          

BURNISHED

I've a way of my own,
Cut precisely in stone,

It's served me well
As far as I can tell.

But the time has come ,
As it may for some,
When adornment takes place,
Of eyes, mouth, ears, face.

With colors of ochre clay,
Created for many a day,
To worship at the shrine,
Of all that is Divine.

I'd a way of my own
Cut precisely in stone
It served me well,
As a monastic cell.

Tushie

SEE ME GO!

It 's a hot rod I'm riding, a creation of mine,

It's go an overtime rudder attached behind.
The speed is nothing to make one spout,
But it certainly does to get me about.

Tushie