When you are young this is how it is You love your mum and she loves you On the whole, I guess that’s true But sometimes as you grow You look again, and know You grieve a mother’s love you never knew Approval was conditional Affection waxing and waning with every changeable mood And if…
When you were six Christmas was a barbie doll and clothes for her to wear She would go on to join the doll family and have adventures When you were sixteen The clothes were for you And adventures were only in your dreams When you were twenty-six Christmas was a minefield of family drama While…
It is hard, after everything To put the pain and frustration of years aside To tread softly and speak gently Because it could be your last Christmas It is hard to trust The evidence of my eyes You have lied so often Feigned illness or incapacity But you can barely hear You struggle to comprehend…
Blind in her wants screaming for approval unable to compromise me me me agree with me, look at me it’s all about me Will that be me when I grow old will I turn into her have I already No one is innocent we all have faults do I need to take the beam…
Mother Spider makes a plan And sets to work as best she can She weaves her strands of cruelty tight And coats them with affection bright The tallest tales adorn her nest All underpinned with malice best A fine veneer of fair deceit This faked accord is quite a feat This web’s a work of…
Eclectic Assemblage 