In here

In here my cries are silent Down here no where to fall. My fear has a place to be And stay behind these walls My body heaves with muffled cries But no one hears a thing My closet floor behind the door Just me and my PD. Margaret Morton April 22, 2019 9:00 am

Because you said you love me

Because you said you love me my heart raced to the truth flashes of a life fulfilled old after our youth visions of passionate laughter and private moments shared small things made momentous secrets and tears overwhelmed in the presence of your love and that mine is right behind sparks not only in my heart…

Forced poet

My eldest son Eugi, now 14 1/2 years old, has been forced to become a poet due to being in grade 9 English class. Fortunately for him he has a mother who loves poetry. I love reading it I love writing it I love reading it I love writing it. I love poetry. I took…

Sleep now

an original poem by Debbie Walker. In memorium of a treasured Aunty.

One Year on

An original poem, by Debbie Walker A year, twelve months,Moments; A life-timeTime is broken.I feel broken.How could it be written?How can it be told?For all that we hopedWill no longer unfold.All we once knew,No longer feels true.And the sun’s warmth wanesIn the deep winter’s cold.LostIn this darkness, please holdmy handLet me borrow your strengthAs I…

Winter’s Magical Eve

A poem by Deano Parsons. Winter’s Magical Eve.Villages lit by twinkling lightsThe chill wind shocks with frosty bitesWindow displays of gifts and treesWhile garden ponds begin to freeze. Festive garlands and mistletoeThe moonlight shines upon the snowPeople gather around log firesIcicles hang from cold church spires. Christmas Eve comes but once per yearA time to…

Before you go

For my boys, Eugi and Richard Morton Before you go out in the world There’s a few things you should know. Your safe place is always here No matter how old you grow Troubled lost Or Confused in your path I’m am here to get you past You’ll make some bad choices I guarantee you…

I can’t remember

A dear friend of all of us here at focussed friends is a very talented writer. She also happens to have Parkinson’s disease. We met her on a support group and I absolutely adore her. She is funny. She’s always smiling. Pam has a way with words that often bring me to tears. I hope…

Us moments 1

An original poem Give me light by candle A cracking fire too Blankets piled high And cuddling with you We’ll sink into the pillows And breathe each other in We’ll wrap and pull and conform to skin on skin on skin Falling asleep mid sentence I’ll wake to your snore These are the moments our…