My wife is in bed
Sick with a blocked nose and cough
Treatment, tea and hugs
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Dangerous spiders
May be found sneaking in our flat
They sure love bathrooms
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Grandmother’s Birthday
She has reached one hundred years
And still going strong
When you were young
It was simple
I would see your cuts, apply a plaster
and hold you until the tears went away
To me you would go and with me you would find succour
It was simple, the magical powers of a mother´s love
But now,
I see not the cuts, cuts that break into your soul
But I see how the darkness consumes you
I see each and every day how you grow worse and worse
Unable to talk, unable to ask for help
When I try to be close you push me away
Harsh words, cruel sentiments
But false, I can see the pain in your eyes
But there is No simple fix
No plaster, no kiss to take the tears away
Nothing I can do
But see you in your pain
And all I can do is share it
Join your misery in my mother’s lament
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