It’s Friday night
And work is done
Everyone’s heading out
For some fun

I glance at my watch
It’s a quarter to eight
I’ll stick around for a bit
Then make my escape

I think to myself
I must be getting old
There used to a time
When I hated going home

I’d love to eat out
And dance the night away
Now I just rush home
At the end of the day

Home is where comfy clothes are
And I don’t care how I look
Curled up on the sofa
With coffee and a book!

Mid week musings

I like Wednesdays
They give me hope
With Friday two days away
I know I can cope!

Wednesdays are like
Half time in a match
You’re halfway through the game
And now you can relax

Wednesdays are great
To stop and take a break
Reward yourself and celebrate
With coffee and cake

The week is half over
And there’s less than half to go
So cheer up and smile
It’ll be Friday before you know!

Escape for a moment

The world gets too loud
It overwhelms me
Like a dark damp cloud

It envelops me
With doubt and despair
And I begin to wonder
Is there hope out there?

There’s so much noise
And chatter and doubt
I wish I could throw
The whole world out!

Oh wait! I can!
I can shut the door
I can turn off the noise
And sit peacefully on the floor

I take a deep breath
And everything’s calm
It’s quiet and peaceful
No cause for alarm

No deadlines knocking at my door
No meetings to rush to
No problems to be sorted out 
Nor ten thousand things to do

No, there’s nothing here
Except me and my mind
In the calm ocean of emptiness
I’ve left the craziness behind

I’m in my happy place
My mind is free as a bird
The tension is gone, I smile
I’m ready to get back to the crazy world!


I open my eyes
It’s 6 in the morning
My husband’s up
And I’m still yawning.

My blue yoga mat
In the corner sits
I close one eye
And squint at it.

That blessed thing
Is covered with dust
And my mind and body
Are going to rust.

I turn over
And glance outside
Maybe I can take
My bike for a ride.

Or maybe just
Go for a stroll
Walks are good
For heart and soul.

Who am I kidding?!
I already know
I’m going to turn over
And continue to snore!


Why can’t laundry do itself,
And fold itself and put itself away?
Why do we have to wear clothes at all?
Laundry takes up half my day!

Why do we have to ‘make the bed’,
When it’s going to get unmade anyway?
Why fluff the pillows or fold the quilt,
When it’ll be messed up again at the end of the day?

Why do we have stomachs that need to be filled,
When they’re going to get empty again?
Why does our brain remind us of pizza,
When we’ve sworn ourselves to fresh fruit and grain?!

And how I wish we didn’t have to clean
Or dust or wash a plate ever again!
Day in and day out, the same old chores
So mindless, it’s driving me insane!

An Ode to Love 

(I wrote this poem over 10 years ago, and it was first published in The Teenager Magazine in their June 2007 issue.)

It was autumn all around;
The trees shed their leaves and they fell to the ground.
The lovers stood beneath, while from above,
Quietly fell the leaves of love.

He gazed at her and she heard him say,
“My love, I must go away.
My duty calls, though I’d rather be with you;
But I have no choice, it’s something I must do.”

She looked up angrily and began, 
“Why must you fight a war started by another man?
If this war’s so important to him,
Let him fight, why are they sending you, Jim?”

Tears welled up inside and she could go on no further,
Jim’s strong arms reached out to comfort her.
They sat there, lost in each other’s embrace,
With sadness and sorrow on each other’s face. 

It was finally time for Jim to leave,
He kissed Katie and said, “Dear, do not grieve,
For soon I will be back to stay,
And then I shall never go away.”

Winter came and went, and summer too,
And Katie thought of Jim all the year through.
Then one day Katie saw something that made her heart leap for joy,
She stared down the road – it was an army convoy!

Filled with hope she searched for her love,
Beneath the autumn sky above,
And as she stood there, lost in the sea of faces,
She felt her whole world crumble to pieces.

She turned to go back, and then she saw him!
He looked tired and pale, but he was her Jim!
Her heart leapt for joy as they ran towards each other,
They hugged and laughed and cried, glad they were together.

They stood there lost in each other’s embrace,
With joy and happiness on each other’s face,
Beneath the autumn sky above,
As quietly fell the leaves of love.

If I were a poet

If I were a poet, and could paint pictures with my words
I’d paint you a lovely picture of a forest full of birds
Where birds of different feathers flock together
And live in peace and harmony, come fair or foul weather
My picture would show you all the lessons we could learn
From these birds of varied feathers living together as one

If I were a poet, and could write lyrics to a tune
I’d compose a love song and sing to you about the stars and the moon
The stream gurgling over pebbles and the river rushing to the sea
Would be the perfect background music for me
I’d sing of beauty untold – green fields, brown cliffs, and skies – both blue and grey
And heaven would send rain, that would pitter-patter on the roof all day

If I were a poet, and could tell a story with my rhymes
I’d write a novel about the mysteries of our times
How we’ve taken leaps and bounds ahead in the sciences
Yet we wage wars, hold prejudices, and struggle to build alliances
We’ve been given a beautiful world, with landscapes of all kinds
Yet we pollute the air, the waters and the soil, and even our own minds

But I am not a poet, and my thoughts remain without words or rhymes
My unspoken dreams for my world remain hopes and wishes in these uncertain times
I dream of peace and harmony, respect, unity and love
Gratitude for the grass beneath our feet and the sky above
I wish we’d remember we’re here together on a short journey just passing through
For if we did, we’d all become poets – look around, we’re living in a paradise, me and you.