My Sister

I remember the times

I was ill in my bed;

You would come and sit with me;

The stories you read.

We would play in the park

On the big slide, and swings.

We would love to play music,

We would love to sing

Chorus

I love you, dear sister,

What more can I say?

I think of you always,
With each passing day.

You're here in my heart,

You're part of my soul.

It's the love of a sister,

Which is keeping me whole!

We loved to play horses,

Using plant pots and canes,

Jumping those 'fences'

Over and over again.

We would play in the street,

We would knock on the doors.

We would then run for cover

And go back for more.

Chorus

Do you ever remember

The times I was bad;

I was moody, contentious,

I would drive you mad?

But still you would help me

With my work from school.

You are my big sister,

You are no fool!

Chorus

When we got older

You went off to Uni

I went to college,

The  lived over the sea.

We would still keep in contact

By post or by phone. 

My dear friend and sister,

I was never alone.

~

Marriage and family

Life must keep going.

Seeds of sisterly love

They must keep growing.

Without my sister 

My heart is not whole,

My memories are shattered

I've a void in my soul

Chorus

I love you, dear sister,

But the hole in my heart

Grows wider and wider

The more we're apart.

You are my big sister

You are part of my soul,

With no speaking or contact

I cannot be whole 

© Carolyn Davison 6th October 2013

Old man

Hunched in his chair
Paper in lap
TV in the background
Blaring out endless noise.
No one listening
No one caring
Just an old man hunched,
Lonely
No one to make cook his food
No one to kiss his cheek

There was a time when laughter filled this room
A time when the sound of tiny feet filled this house
Now, but for the TV, silence
Everything silent as the grave.

Remembering those distant times
The days on the beach
Digging the garden
Christmas with the family
Times filled with
Laughter
Joy
Thrill
Surprise

Forgetting the present
Forgetting the loneliness
Forgetting the fading wallpaper
Forgetting the day our last enemy
Took his loved one
Forgetting his name

Old man hunched in his chair
Ready to meet with death
His final enemy
Death where there is no escape
Old man hunched in his chair...

©Carolyn Davison 18th September 2013

Stolen heart

You stole my heart

And locked it in the depths 

Of your soul.

No key can unlock

My heart

Except your love

No hands can snatch

My heart

Except your touch

No spell can break

The lock

Except your desire

You stole my heart

My heart is yours

It is yours to keep

For all eternity!

© Carolyn Davison 10th September 2013

Sending a smile

A smile is but a few muscles
Spreading love across your face
Send this poem around the world
Extending love to every place

(by © Carolyn Davison 23 August 2013)

Baby - A Treasure

Tiny child with skin so smooth

Hair so soft

Small fingers clutching mother's hand

A treasure more precious than

Silver or gold

Snubby nose on gentle face

Sleepy eyes

Tiny feet kick in freedom

A treasure more precious

Than diamond gem

Minute nails on feet and hands

Curling toes

Gentle cry and tender laughter

A treasure more precious

Than kingly crown

© Carolyn Davison 24th July 2013

You may think - a poem for those being bullied!

You may think that I am boring!

You may think that I am square!

You may think that I am weird!

Cos of how I wear my hair!

You may say that you don't like me!

You may talk behind my back!

You may whisper loads of gossip!

You may give me lots of flak!

Just because I may act differently!

And may seem rather strange!

Doesn't mean that you should put me down!

Use me like a firing range!

One day something may happen,

Which turns your life around!

Where you may not be so gorgeous!

So keep your feet upon the ground!

If you're being bullied

Hold your head up high

Because the one who does the bullying

Inside, they may have died!

© Carolyn Davison 13th June 2013

 

 

 

Music Theory Exam

I sat at the school desk; blank as the black of night

Pen poised and ready, what was I gonna write?

The words on the front, in bold said Theory Test;

I knew deep in my beating heart I had to do my best!

Opening the paper, I looked on the page,

There were loads of black notes; written on the stave.

Put in the bar lines, time signature and clef

Were they for the right hand or were they for the left?

Counting all the quavers, semis, demis too,

Adding all the bars lines made me feel quite blue.

Was the key in major? How many sharps and flats?

If I get the whole thing wrong, I'm gonna feel a prat!

Now for transposition, take it down a few!

Do I count the semitones? I don't know what to do! 

I start to tear my hair out. I start to weep and cry,

Why am I doing this, please tell me WHY?

My head starts spinning, I know the info's there!

If I cannot find it - would I really care?

Do I use a Leading Note? Do I use a Tonic?

I really wish I had a brain, which was supersonic 

I looked up from my paper and gazed around the hall!

The room was totally empty, tears began to fall.

I hadn't even started, my brain had gone astray

I wondered if I should carry on, or walk right away!

I looked at the wall clock, with only five mins to go.

Do I write a minim, a doh, ray, mi or soh?

The room started spinning, my knees were feeling weak.

Then I opened up my eyes - the alarm began to shriek!

My duvet felt quite soggy, with tears, I'd cried that night!

I want to do my very best and get each question right!

I'd love to get a Merit, a Distinction would be great, 

A Pass would be OK, but a Fail I would hate! 

So as I look forward, to my Music Theory Test, 

The only thing I need to do is try my very best!

© Carolyn Davison (8th June 2013)

ALL THE BEST TO EVERYONE WHO HAS AN EXAM (WHATEVER IT MAY BE) 

I received a Merit (88%).