Miss Shelly

Miss Shelly

I call her

For she’s spared these eyes

A humbling moment

I hope that I too

Will someday be a Miss Shelly

She’s clothed in dungarees, blonde hair in a messy bun

She cradles her wee one, who’s also matching her khaki jacket

Miss Shelly

Ever so protective

Very much the doting mother

She loves on her little one

And me? I watch

Till his eyes meet mine

Baby chuckles in delight

What a wonderful sight to behold

Ah Miss Shelly!

She’d do anything for him

She’d put herself last

Miss Shelly, go on and be blessed

And I can’t help but think

Of all the purest connections

My eyes have made

With the very young and innocent

I wish they’d remember

I wish that, this could someday make them smile

I wish they’d know, how for a few minutes

They had made a stranger’s day

Peace Is No Longer Abstract


Peace is no longer abstract

Peace is a child covered in dust

Tossed and distressed

By the hands of war.


Peace rebukes in silence

Bleeds in the open

Pleads, begs

But will the world listen?


Peace is no longer abstract

Peace knocks on our door

Gently in chaos, once more

Look what we’ve done to peace.


My contribution to #PoetsforPeace


Who’s Loving You Tonight

Crying to the world you arrived

Your heartbeat, her favourite song

Growth be tardy, she desired

So to be by you, gone never too long

Who’s loving you tonight

Don’t you feel lonely ever

Mama’s here to hold you tight

That special lady, like no other.


Crying to the world when she departed

Her heartbeat silent, a sad song

Growth be tardy, you had desired

So to be by her, visits never held off too long

Who’s loving you tonight

She watches over you forever

Till you someday grace her sight

That special woman, like no other.