Waiting

09 Monday Feb 2015

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We’re waiting for our Dad here,
He’s coming home from work.
There’s me, in blue, I’m Robbie Fear,
Sam, Dougray, Belle and Turk.
It is our favourite time of day,
It’s great anticipation,
It’s 50 shades of gold not grey,
He’s the best Pa in the nation.
© Caro Ness 2015

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Caravan

03 Tuesday Feb 2015

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My wife announced she’d bought me a caravan
Not something that was in my 5 year plan
It’s not a vehicle I’ve ever wanted to own
Either pre-fab panels or shining chrome
And so it was with doom and gloom
That I dragged my feet from room to room
Dreading what I’d see out back
Destined to give me a heart attack
And so what joy I then espied
When I set a toe outside
For down the drive and out of sight
We’re a string of camels on which to alight
Yes, a mobile caravan
But this would cross the Gobi or Sudan
© Caro Ness 2015
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Saying Farewell To My Child

02 Monday Feb 2015

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If conversation starts to pall
And I have no words at all
Don’t criticise for hating sad goodbyes,
I’m saying farewell to my child

I’ve always encouraged independence of thought
That luxury is so dearly sought
I need to know you have space to grow
But I’m saying farewell to my child

I want you to flourish, I want you to fly,
Don’t want you to see heartache, to see me cry
Don’t want to hold you back, but it’s courage I lack
When I’m saying farewell to my child

I love that you engage with young and old
That your social ease makes you seem quite bold
But I sometimes love to be the hand to your glove
I don’t want to say farewell to my child

You’re making all kinds of exciting plans
Travelling to far-off distant lands
Though I wish you well, I think you can tell
I hate saying farewell to my child
© Caro Ness 2015

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