Bullets, Bullets Everywhere

Lincoln (my youngest son) and I have been at the hospital for the past 10 days. Lincoln had a very bad accident whilst at nursery and broke his femur. He spent his fourth birthday in hospital having an operation (on his actual birthday) He is the bravest little boy I know (and the cutest)

Obviously due to our recent family events I have not had the time to put pen to paper although my mind has been rather overactive with expression and emotion.

I would like to share something with you all that I know you will appreciate and understand my reasons for wanting to post such an expressive piece of writing

The following poem was written by my eldest son (Daniel age 13) for the anger he said, the anger that hurt inside his chest watching his little brother having to endure so much already at such a young age and he feels so helpless as he cannot do anything to make it better for him.

I am so proud of you Daniel for the mature attitude you possess and the way you are so protective over your brother and sister they are lucky to have a big brother like you (who else would they use as a human climbing frame and annoy relentlessly with their constant chatter and cheeky behaviour) :) xx

*- Bullets bullets Everywhere -*

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Bullets bullets Everywhere

Bodies are flying and no one cares

The I.C Comes over and asks his squad ‘are you hurt?’

As a few men slowly die and keel over in the dirt

One man is injured this means diamond formation

A grenade flies in and blasts delta team out of creation

Only Charlie team is left so its split into two

As eight becomes four, there’s not much left to do

Charlie moves forward the enemy is near

They begin flanking, so they can disappear

‘Half of you move, the other half support’

Once they decided,  they put into action

what they’d been taught.

Once it had ended and the battle was won

Charlie came out on top, the enemy was done

Yet another win for the  U.K Army

This really is a great victory.

Bullets bullets were everywhere

Bullets were flying now everyone cares

Banners and flags, hanging from windows

The U.K’s lit up by everyone’s Zippo’s.

Daniel Babb (Age 13)

I Stood By Your Bed..

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.

I whispered to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, you were thinking of the many times your hands reached out to me.

I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my hand on you, I smiled and said “it’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It’s possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew … in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out … then come home to be with me.




Instruction Flows – Wisdom Grows

– In loving memory of my dear Dad who passed away 11.06.2004 –

– Happy Fathers Day Dad –

– I miss you everyday –

– I hope I’m making you proud –

** Many times did you tell me that when you were gone

I was to pick up the pieces be strong and soldier on.

But what you didn’t mention a tiny detail you forgot

Is things are not that easy..  Ignore all emotion I cannot.

At times it seems the world has come to rest upon my shoulders

Head spins around my hair is curled,.. Life stops, blocked by heavy boulders.

I attempt to recall all the things you did teach

much younger back then worries where far from my reach..

‘Hold your head up high and always be strong

never let it be known when things start to go wrong’

‘Have a firm hand but a gentle touch

Use force as a tool but never a crutch’

Bite your lip before you cry

always tell the truth and never tell a lie.

Be a good girl take care of your nest

always make sure you’re doing your best.

Make strength hard to shove then stick out your chest

show feelings, express love, patience may be put to the test.

Of your family and Self you must always be proud

Stand out be a leader don’t follow the crowd.

Teach you girls goodness and your boys to be strong

tell them roads that are worth taking may be roads that are long.

I only realize now how right you always were

some days it is hard going yet the years pass by in a blur.

An old man giving lectures Is all I had thought

There were lessons to learn and lessons to be taught.

I grasped one here,  I grasped one there

as you practised your preach from that tatty old chair.

I didn’t realize then that you were on my side

sharing all your wisdom you where helping to guide.

I wish I would have listened more when you were still alive

yet what I learned from all you left.. makes sure I will survive.

I’m thanking you now although I know It’s far to late

I’ll be sure to thank you properly when we meet again

at heavens pearly gate **

Note:  Some of the above content is not my own wording. Over time due to tweaking and adding my own words I am now unable to state exactly the words that I wrote from the words I did not.

Let Me…

Let me know when I make you proud and help me to have pride in my own accomplishments

Let me earn your trust, then trust me!. I won’t let you down!

Let me try my wings, If I fail let me know it’s OK.. encourage me to try again

Let me know you love me, with a hug or a pat on the back

Then when I need it with a firm but gentle “No.”

Let me be, let me change, let me grow

Let me tell you when I’m feeling bad… or angry, even at you…

Let me know that even on my worst days you still love me

Let me dream, share my joy when my dreams come true

Share my tears when they don’t. Let me feel secure in my home.

Help me realize that love is always there. That I can depend on you no matter what.

Let me run … let me laugh … let me play.

Most of all let me be me..  A child!