Michael King

At the opening of the flowers
In the early spring
He loved with Lily
We will remember him

In the blueness of a summer sky
In the heat of summer days
He loved with Lily
we will re…

"Is Mother’s Day"
A tribute
we have to consider.
Or! Feelings and
thoughts from within.

For my Mum
was part of my
lifetimes endeavours.
She patterned m…

Am I scared,
or sour
Cold, am I blue.
Is it that
I can’t quite
understand you.
You control
Ignite; I try
not to bite.
Have I let
you down
Do I frown.
Am I just
Not Quite !
What Yo…

She sits there perched , high in the tree
Waiting for the likes of me

Up! Up! she soars , feathers flying
Oh ! the air she does command

Down she swoops she’s coming for me
Upwards …