Poem -
MoRninG tEA
the demoNs stroll in
with the fiRSt morning raY
they jumP on the bEd, smiRk,
say... get Up... let's plAy...
i SiGh, make them TEa
make a spaCe besiDe me
i kNow they will sTay
for the resT Of tHe daY
M P 26)3/21
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Oh those bloody demons! What is it with them? Sticky blighters. You need to put something in their tea. Something which makes them go dry and brittle so that they break into a trillion pieces and can then be swept up and put out with the trash! I feel a resigned heart bleeding out in this beautifully crafted poem. I hope those demons leave you alone soon. And where are the angels? They need to start showing their presence in your life! Oh bless you Marion. Great writing but it comes from an even greater pain and I pray you get your answers delivered with a large parcel of smiles to wear. Thinking of you 💕 fantastic poem ⚘x
The angels won't come near me...there too scared 😬😬 Your comments mean so much thanks Tina 💞
Aww, you are very welcome ❤ x
A fine write Marion. I must say I read this out loud because of how you wrote it. And it is a work of brilliance. I could feel the disdain of having their company in every word ❤️
On those days you can't get out of bed Gwendoline...some call them duvet days...I call them demon days!! Thanks love ❤️
Ay yon demons are bloody lil devils in dusguise 🤣you are an Angel to me !!! 😇❤️
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