Tim Kitchen Poems

Little girl, trying to sleep in your bed
don’t listen to the sound of the bombs nearby
just close your eyes and try not to cry
and let your brother sing you a lullaby.
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Faith.

My faith was never a beacon of light
more of a flickering candle at night.
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The poet still writes, the singer still sings
of love, romance and passionate things.
Yet intimate strangers you are today
standing close but seeming far away.
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An old man sits on a churchyard bench
with his memories of times long ago.
When he was the Vicar of the church
and the people he’d come to know.
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Is my Mother with the angels
in her heavenly seat.
And does she watch over me
with angels at her feet.
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Christmas is always special
with sounds of a yuletide song.
But so many Christmas Days
have sadly come and gone.
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Where Wild Flowers Grow.

Children playing in the evening sun
running around, just having fun.
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Your treatment is done
you will soon be home.
Just take it easy now
and be sure to phone.
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As I begin my usual walk, a teenage boy is standing there
I try not to catch his glance and I know I must not stare.
He has an evil look in his eyes, or maybe it's just fear
or is his young head the victim of, too much under age beer.
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You were always there to welcome me, if I came to call
and I'd reach out to touch you, as you sat there in the hall.
Happiness was yours, just watching the children play
just like sleeping and eating, an important part of your day.
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