Angel Wings


Thomas isn’t fading,
He’s growing angel wings,
He’ll fly up high across the sky
To infinity, and beyond!
Rub between his shoulders
To feel a bony growth,
Angel wings are growing,
They’ll grow and spread
Right over his head
To guard him from the world.

Thomas isn’t dying,
He’s growing angel wings,
He’s just a child being denied
Opportunities we’ve been given.
While life is brutally cruel,
Only child-like innocence
Can grow such precious wings,
The power of flight
Is within his sight
Despite his failing vision.

Thomas will go flying,
Around the sun and moon,
He’ll see things from angel wings
But we’ll be left behind.
We will feel bereft
But Thomas will be living,
In a different time and space,
Where fears of the present
Are ceded to the heavens
Where Thomas will reside.

Thomas isn’t dying,
He’s just begun to live.

(c) wordz2Go Jan 2018

Psalm 23:4 “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil…”

Voodoo Pain


Her pain is unimaginable,
Agony indescribable,
Day in, day out,
Fire that can’t be put out.
No magic cure or pill
Can still the nerves,
Relieve the emotional drain
Or ease her evil pain.
Her lower spine is riddled
With osteoporosis and arthritis
Creating multiple mini-crisis
Throughout her day.
Science has not offered
Any analgesic of strategic use
To make daily life easier.
She has tried in vain
To manage the pain from
Humble paracetamol to codeine,
Anti-inflammatories to amitriptyline.
Unbearable sciatic spasm
Brought the viaticum of diazepam
Whose hallucinations scared her,
Scarring her psyche;
She swore to endure and not succumb
To such brain-numbing drugs.
The latest prescription for
Nerve blocking injection
And slow release opiate patches
Are cautiously welcomed,
A satisfactory outcome anticipated.
Faith in her doctor, continues,
Faith in her God, continues,
The reality of pain, continues.
Every movement warped,
Like a voodoo doll
Dancing in the hands of fate.
My darling, Mother,
If I could smother the fire,
I would.

Copyright wordz2Go May 2016
“Come unto me all ye who travail, and I will give you rest”



The knife drove into the brain;
Slain, through the left eye.
A sigh escapes as he drops
Onto the kitchen tiles.
Constant mental and physical abuse –
She finally cracked
And hit back.
The finality of her action hits,
Shock shakes.
Temporary insanity
Morphs the abused into the abuser.
Still shaking from last night’s beating,
A fleeting dream fantasy,
One day she will retaliate,
One day, you see.

Copyright wordz2Go Jan 2015

Communication Gonorrhoea

Think about your neighbour
Who lives along the street.
Can you call him by his name
Or should you be ashamed
That you have no idea.
Communication gonorrhoea:
A 21st century plague on humanity,
A new-age profanity, a silent sin.
In the tube or on the bus,
It’s them and us; we demur
From public speaking,
Conceding defeat, not trying –
Shielding personality behind impassivity.
People today are ungenerous,
Jealous of privacy we build walls,
When we should just smile and speak,
Turn the other cheek.

Inspired by Marilyn Monroe – “Only parts of us will ever
touch only parts of others …”

Copyright wordz2Go 31 March 2014