by Alison Mitchell | Oct 30, 2008 | Poetry
I am the child who sits all day, looking out of the window in dismay. I am the child who rarely sleeps, waiting for morning when in it creeps. I am the child who loves all things red, my clothes, walls, even my bed. I am the child who has to categorize, my red shiny...
by Alison Mitchell | Oct 30, 2008 | Poetry
Twisty socks and bendy pants, they make you cross they make you rant. I’ve scoured the shops and searched the racks, in and out the same old tracks. The lady in Woolworths thinks I’m dotty, the guy in Adams thinks I’m potty. I look and look and search some more! YES!...
by Alison Mitchell | Jul 17, 2006 | Poetry
Oh where do those big blue beautiful eyes go, when your not a one with me, Perhaps to your world of contentment where everything’s safe and sound, I wish for you to be in my world if only for just one day, It wasn’t to be, and what you’ve achieved has made so terribly...
by Alison Mitchell | May 19, 2006 | Poetry
My baby’s all grown up now, and fighting another mans war Although still a child himself, he’s on an Iraqi tour I can’t explain my feelings of helplessness and despair My need to hold and hug you, and show you that I care My thoughts are always with you, I’ve shed a...
