Post our family holiday horribilis this summer, I tried to blog about it and found it beyond me, unable to find where to start, what to say or what it meant to us, so I wrote this poem instead.
The shade is spitting, kicking, no trust to give.
A boy stuck deep in a quagmire of grief.
Ransoming all with his hurt and pain,
No gain made in this alien place.
Another boy struck by the injustice of life,
Not enough attention given not enough freedom gained
Wanting more, “more please…..MORE”
Unfairness will be paid for, defiance in chase.
This alien place, the smell is wrong, the bowls, the plates,
A little girl to hate,
I won’t listen to you here, too anxious, too afraid,
Control is required, heart made to race.
You brought us here to this place,
Fun is hard when you’re wearing armour.
Don’t shout and make me spit in your face,
Bring calm to me now please…
The Light is our home, the safety of knowing,
Relaxed in my bed, in my pit.
The cupboard I hide in to make me feel safe
Here I’m starting to belong.
The other boy, smiles in his bed, amongst his kingdom of Lego.
His own space,
Warmth in his face, peace in his heart,
He can live here and be strong.
This familiar place, nose in duvet, smells so good,
I like this cup, I love this toy,
I can hate but forgive here
I seek no retribution for your wrong.
I’ll remove my armour in this place,
Well most of it any way, don’t rush, no haste,
You are worried less here,
The light and the shade is all part of our song.