I just want to go home. Home to familiar things. Home to love and comforts.
I just want to go home. Home to the sunshine streaming through my balcony in the morning.
I just want to go home. Home to you my love. Your love makes my heart sing.
I just want to go home
DEE GRANT 2021
You're welcome to my party, I'd love to see you there
With games to play and songs to sing and birthday cake to share
Spin until you're dizzy til the world spins round and round
Or drink a glass of fizzy and giggle to the ground
Getting excited for my big day. Hope to see you there.
Lots of love
BY DEE GRANT 2021
Photo by Chrofit the man to call on at Pexels
With grinding teeth and sobbing tears my recent hopes, my greatest fears, came tumbling down into a mess. I hate these times I must confess. Cause when your world comes tumbling down there’s no-one there to ease that frown, and so you dwell upon each thing you cannot change…it sure does sting.
You can’t change what has happened and though a scar remains, that scar remains an emblem of life’s struggles and it’s pains. There is no silver lining. Your tears they’ll come to naught. Regardless of the matter nor how you feel distraught.
So come on there brave soldier, let’s once more bare the load. Take up your pack upon your back, trudge forward on the road. Just remember it’s a journey with blissful times and pain. So focus on the good stuff and stamp them in your brain.
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I came across this little poem recently that I wrote in my early 20’s. Can’t believe how down I was about the world back then nor how lost I felt. Thanks Dad for giving me the wiggle room to see the world through a different lens.
My life was but a battlefield a war within my soul, of building mighty fortresses against a cold world. A tough and hard exterior, a hardened view of life, of living up to others’ opinions for my life.
But deep inside a child peered out amidst the mire. A gentle spirit, a gentle heart, the real me sat and cried. For loneliness and heartache had crushed this tender heart and all that was left within was but a little spark.
And I thank my loving father for fanning that spark to flame for showing me how to be myself and not have to be ashamed of who I am, or what I do, or how I see the world.
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Superdog is cute and small. Superdog loves playing ball.
While he can’t grab a bat, hit a ball, or make it splat, Superdog’s a mean machine, eyes like a hawk, willing and keen.
Yes Superdog is cute and small but don’t misled if you throw that ball! Lightening speed caught mid air, he catches it with talent and flair.
That’s Superdog so cool and small. Superdog the greatest dog of all!
DEE GRANT 2020
I wrote this just for kids. 🙂
Fall and leaves and Christmas trees have things in common if you please. For I was spinning on a chair, lost my balance, landed there.
My fall was on a Christmas tree. It’s baubles were a part of me. With twinkling stars within my hair, I knew it saved me from despair.
It was so soft with leaves of green, it didn’t hurt no bruise was seen. Fall and leaves and Christmas trees now twinkling stars are part of me.
Wonder how Santa feels falling down a chimney all the time? This sweet little musing is based on a fall I had when visiting friends a few years ago.
Kids playing soccer and shouting out when they score. It’s good to distract me from my weekend chores.
Kids playing handball over chalk on the path. They just pressure cleaned it last week so I had to have a laugh.
Kids running around the tree and squealing out with glee. It’s just a sunny Saturday at a park next to me.
Suns going down now so off they go, to eat and sleep and learn and grow.
BY DEE GRANT 2020