Monday, 25 March 2013

She wears velour

Dressed in grey she says goodnight
Closes her eyes and holds him tight
Listens to him snore away
Thinks about another day

She hears?

A cry to pierce the silent house
Footsteps quiet....a night time mouse?
Across the hall it creeps, until
it stops....then it is still

A voice

WAKEY WAKEY! right in her face
(can't she be some other place?)
A snotty smile before her stands,
Giggles loud then grabs her hands

She sighs

With heavy heart and mansize bags
She heaves her weight, her stomach sags
The scars she bears, the price she pays
For creating life as her hopes fade

She moves

Across the hall, “Now back to bed
You gorgeous *testing* sleepy head,
It's 2am not time to wake
No waiting for the day to break

She's tired

Tired of sleeping off and on
Of seeing day at half past one
Of greying whites and hairy legs
Of eating slops and drinking dregs.

She's lost

Lost in a haze of night and day
Of never putting things away
In their right place (she found the milk
Underneath the kitchen sink)

It's sour

Sour milk, burnt toast
Looking like she's seen a ghost
And all because she hasn't slept
For five years now, her self unkempt


The only thing to right her day
And wipe the sleepless nights away
(That and smiles of kids at play
their faces wipe your cares away)

She laughs

She smiles inside although she weeps
(cos all she wants is bloody sleep!)
Still - they give her so much joy
This snotty girl and cheeky boy

She's fine

Wine you say? of course she will
It helps her sleep, makes her still
Tomorrow that's another day
Try not to wish this life away....

She dreams

That soon they'll stay in bed til noon
Pray that moment comes real soon!
'Cos then she'll sleep, she'll rest, she'll care,
She'll give a damn what clothes she wears

Not yet

This is now and here she lies
Wide awake with open eyes
But no regrets despite the moans
She loves this place, this time, this home

For now she's mum, no time for more
She wears velour.

'Help me' blocks by Imogen Harvey-Lewis