Small feet pad around the cold lino
With no real meaning...

They placed you in my arms.
I was too scared to breathe...

There is a voice in my head
That is not my own...

They say you will be in my heart.
What use is that to me...

You sit there waiting,
Wishing there's a reason...

Happy birthday jumbled queen,
This is the day you face the world...

To Amy...
When it seems like things...

Am I, the second child,
An item prised above the other...

I’m not sure if this counts as a poem.
You have to read it as two small boys in the...

Father watched you sleeping,
He stood in the door...

I watched the flowers grow,
In the beds that we planted...

Tin soldiers cry in the night
As you try to sleep...