Author: breda ware (Page 2 of 8)

Etched memories; thoughts of many moons ago,
That time I desperately held on, wouldn’t let you go.
While; ‘messing about on the river’, how apt!
A favourite haunt of ours, that’s a fact!
At the time, maybe aged eight or nine,
Ignoring the prominent, ‘Danger’, sign.
Repeatedly told, ‘that it was unsafe to do so’,
Did we heed the advice? Unfortunately, No!

Losing balance, overboard you toppled and fell,
Immediately began the experience of a living hell.
Into the rivers grotesque murky depths,
Panic ensued, followed by a ‘sixth sense’.
I plucked you safely from her grasp,
Not a second thought, no need to ask.
Wet, bedraggled, in a state of shock,
Relief at what could have been: grateful for our lot.

Breda Ware

A friendly Robin stopped by yesterday,
Chirping merrily in his own quaint way.
With a charming message to convey,
Like he does almost every day.
‘Alas no longer with you, unable to stay,
Cruelly, abruptly whisked away.
‘Know I’m with you come what may,
Each and every new born day’.

Breda Ware

I had a dream like no other,
In which you were a friend,
Not my brother.
I had a dream like no other,
In which we didn’t share the love,
Of our Sister, Father or Mother.
I had a nightmare like no other,
In which you were a friend,
Not my Brother.

Breda Ware

First Light

The dawn stretches and yawns,
With stealth like precision,
Eroding the ebony robes of the night,
Enticing the sun to once more rise,
With shafts of celestial light.

Nocturnal creatures burrow,
With haste into the ground.
Mindful not to make much sound.
For fear of their lair being found,
Despite existing deep underground.

The forest omits an eerie sound,
Of marauding deer all around.
A proud stag barking can be heard,
With vigilance he observes his herd.
Protection, being the optical word.

Breda Ware

Contagious now your smile it seems,
How often now your features beam.
A light has returned in your eyes,
With laughter banishing any demise.
You boldly commence to build anew,
A future mapped out primarily for you.
Frowned by others? possibly true!
Never by those, whom truly love you.

Breda Ware

Independence, we possess with pride.
Never allowing disability to hold us back.
Victorious, with utmost effort to achieve,
Invictus, the equivalent aim of the games.
Courageously our comrades participate,
Together with soul and heart, take part.
Unconquered, alongside each we will achieve,
Steadfast in the knowledge of what it means.

Breda Ware

Some times it’s would be nice to be asked; not told.
Sometimes it would be nice to be held; not hold.
Sometimes it would be nice to talk; not scold.
Sometimes it would be nice to admire; not despair.
Sometimes it would be nice to relax; not collapse.
Sometimes it would be nice to be respected; not rejected.

Breda Ware

Now that I’m living on borrowed time,
Thoughts and feelings come to mind.
Of things I truly need to say,
Before I’m permanently taken away.

Mistakes I’ve made many or few,
Not intentional, to hurt or harm you.
Memories held at one time strong,
Sadly fading soon forgotten; gone.

Failings, mistakes many ’tis true’,
Never intended or directed at you.
Bonds held strong alas, sadly gone,
Exists now only in ballads or song.

Perfume once worn a intimate smell,
Indistinguishable unable to tell.
What I wore and how I dressed,
Eventually will vanish come to rest.

All that’s left for me to say,
In readiness for that fateful day.
Is closure before I end my days,
Grant me only this much I pray.

Breda Ware

Ode to Widget

Truly a little treasure you are to us,
Lovingly loyal and full of trust.
Always eager, for a cuddle or fuss.

You’re wickedly mischievous,
Always getting into stuff,
Even though at times, it makes us cuss.

Attention seeking, you’ve mastered well,
With bright button eyes and a wagging tail.
You know it works; it never fails!

Breda Ware

Why you got to do the things you do?
Is it cause you like being the fool?
Why you wasted time at school?
Hell bent on breaking every rule.

Why you got to shame me so?
Broken should I now let go?
Why you do like what you do?
I’d appreciate some kind of clue.

Why you got to disrespect me so?
Is it cause you want me to let go?
Why you got to run with the pack?
You can do better than that.

Why you need to break my heart?
Do you enjoy tearing me apart?
Why you torture me the way you do?
When all I want is the best for you.

Why you got to do what you do?
Why must I serve time for you?
Why you always bringing up the past?
Today might well be my last!

Breda Ware