by Michaela Turner | Aug 12, 2009 | Poetry
Sick and fed up of getting beasted? Coz your boots are tired and dull Well all it takes is patience and time And a lesson on how to bull Find yourself a good comfy chair You’re going to be sat for a while Bulling your boots aint a two minute job Its hard work; but...
by Michaela Turner | Aug 10, 2009 | Poetry
Here I am, a soldier’s mum On the outside looking in Worried, lost, totally confused Not knowing where I fit in Not being a wife or girlfriend I’m always the last to know What my soldier is doing Or where he needs to go He hardly ever speaks these days Well not to me...
by Michaela Turner | Jul 23, 2009 | Poetry
Oink oink pink pig I think you’ve given me the flu I’m full of aches and pains Coughs and sneezes too Bugs are flying everywhere When people round me sneeze Have they not read the posters? ‘Catch it, bin it, kill it’ please The doctor will not see me He’s diagnosed me...
by Michaela Turner | Jul 16, 2009 | Poetry
Star lights, shining bright Watching over our soldiers who fight Keeping them safe as darkness falls Giving them strength when morning calls Providing them with intuition An unexplainable inner vision Being their eyes and ears when needed Making sure they’re not...
by Michaela Turner | Jul 2, 2009 | Poetry
As I lay awake in bed I squeeze my pillow tight Through my tears I say out loud Help me make it through the night It’s been so long since I have slept Every night I toss and turn Whilst my baby’s far away The pain inside me burns Through the day I face the world With...
