Roots


Tomorrow will be better Mother, we’ll see if he is sleeping
Father how are you feeling?  How are you keeping?
You have a troubled expression and you lie very still
Know that we love you dear man, and we always will.

What am I going to do Maira?  I cannot carry on like this
I work every hour God sends and precious times I miss
I am sorry that I scared you, but I must get up and go
My employer won’t understand, I’ll be dismissed I know.

John, there are other options, return to your roots, it’s in your blood
Become a tailor once more; oh darling, I think you should
But for now, don’t you fear, for we will all muster a plan
Would you like a cuddle with Andrew? Please hold your wee man.

©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014

 

Fretting


Doctor Wilson is it very serious, is his health a cause?
John hasn’t rested all week, no he hasn’t even paused
Is my husband very ill? What can I do, what would be best?
For at the moment he is sound asleep, John really needs his rest.

Maira, I don’t think it is as bad as it seems, for his pulse is stable
Help him drink some more water when he feels able
Poor John has been over worked; his body will take time to repair
He shall sleep as long as needed. Just let him know how much you care.

©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014

 

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Help Is At Hand


Father don’t get up from there, Father please stay put

What a terrible fright we got, as you lay there with your eyes shut

You won’t have to wait for much longer, for help is already here

The men are going to guide you back to the house; really you have nothing to fear

Mother oh thank goodness you’re there, please don’t be alarmed;

For Father will be safe now, we have just rescued him from harm

I think we should fetch for Doctor Wilson. Yes, it should be said;

But at his moment in time, we must assist the poor soul to bed.

©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014

 

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“Teddy” is now available on Kindle!


Hello readers! I am delighted to tell you that “Teddy” is now available to buy on Kindle (Amazon) for a small donation of £1.03.
(It is no longer accessible on my WordPress blog)
Thank you to everyone who has supported me along the way. I couldn’t have done it without you! :D

-Sophie

 

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Pushed Too Far


Mother I am going to see Father, I shall visit him on the way to class
I’ll set off very early and by his crop fields I shall pass.
I have put the sandwich in my satchel, so he can have a bite to eat;
And perhaps a moment to just sit down and rest his aching feet.

My hands are shaking terribly today, my goodness how my head does swim;
My skin is burning under my touch and my heart is palpitating within
Perhaps I should take a moment; yes I think that I shall have to pause
Why do I feel so terrible? What could possibly be the cause?

At last, I can see my Father, but why does he look so ill?
His face is so off colour and he is standing far too still
Here are your sandwiches Father, come now please will you just sit here;
On this bale of hay for a moment, oh what troubles you Father dear?

Why does my shirt feel so tight? I cannot catch my breath;
My head is aching horribly, quite frankly I feel like death
I think I should stand up, I will be scolded if I sit a moment more
My legs buckle from under me, as my body sinks to the floor.

©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014

Out Of Sorts


tears

I need to get some rest, but I don’t want to sleep in bed

I should switch off my mind, but negative thoughts fill my head

I hate slaving in the fields, but I don’t want to work inside

Oh why do I feel so out of sorts? I am resisting the urge to cry!

John there are other options, can’t you leave this line of work;

When you feel so haggard all the time and your body always hurts?

Fancy going from a tailor to a farmer, my dear it really is a shame;

For your great talents are being wasted, you don’t want to end up lame.

Maira, I dislike being stuck in a work place, and hardly seeing the light

Please stop worrying about me, for it is stopping you sleeping at night

Maira, you’re over reacting, I am hardly working myself to death;

How can you suggest such a thing, when this is the only option left?

My tired head aches horribly, and now I can hardly think straight;

Oh why must I feel so rotten and lie here in this state?

I have woken baby Andrew, oh my son I am so terribly sorry;

That I disturbed you from your sleep with my behaviour so melancholy

Your Daddy wants to be here for you, but instead he is slaving away;

For 12 hours a day, 6 days a week; this is the first time I have held you today.

©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014

ANNOUNCEMENT- “Azure” is now available as an E-book!


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©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014

Endurance


I roll down my sodden shirt sleeves over my icy arms;
And gaze at the other men who are struggling on the farm
Drops of rain cascade over my dark, broad- brimmed hat
And tortuously meander down my goose-bump covered back
I sit on a tree stump so I can take a small sip of water,
And divert my mind to spare a thought for my wife, son and daughter
With 7 hours to go, I must forget about my aching chilblains;
And find a way to distract my mind from the never-ending pain.

At last the day ends, but I must walk home in the shower
My body temperature is dropping significantly lower by the hour
I reach out my heavy arm to tap our little cottage door
And at last I see the friendly face of the woman I adore
I can no longer think, and my legs have almost given up
Yes, Maira darling I’d love a drink of tea, but I fear I can’t hold the cup
Although you suggest that I should have some stew, I am too tired to eat
My limbs are whitened with the cold and I can no longer feel my feet.

©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014

Plea


Maira, you coped so perfectly, what would you like to call this little man?
Our baby son has just been born, oh how proud of you I am!
I think Andrew is fitting Maira dear,  he is such a handsome child
He has my eyes and your lovely nose; he is both of us compiled.
It is time for you to sleep my love, for you have had an exhausting day
Just rest your head against the pillow, let your cares just melt away
Bonnie and I will wait up a while and ensure that Andrew is well
Don’t you worry about a thing now, for on the future you must dwell.

You seem less troubled that you did, it is lovely to see you smile
Father, I will sit with you now, let us stay together for a while
Gosh, just look at the difference between my pale, and your reddened hand
Forgive me that was rude of me, when you work under such hard demand.
It is four o’clock in the morning, I have school and to work you must go
I wish that you could rest Father. You’re exhausted, Mother and I know.
Would you like anything to eat, or shall I make you a cup of tea?
Please look after yourself Father, for you mean the world to me.

©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014