My Poem (aged 8 1/2)

At the weekend I was in the mood to sort through some of my mother's papers. She must have liked this poem that I wrote when I was at primary school as she kept it all these years.

I find it rather disturbing! (I'm only guessing about my age)

By The Sea


I was walking along the shore
It was really rather a bore
The I came across a cave
Marked on the walls was the devil's grave





I went in and saw
Mermaids dancing in fours
Then there was a big loud roar
And the mermaids fled from the shore

 



 

I ran and I ran
And behind me the devil sang
If I catch you alive
You'll die in a hive




Then up I awoke
And thought it a joke
And now I'm no more
On the sea shore

Dreams part 2

I'm gradually becoming aware of my mother in my dreams. She is not there completely, in that I don't dream about her face, her voice or her physical presence, but I am just aware of her. It's like a brush on the cheek, or a brief smell of a familiar scent, or a glimpse of her energy somewhere. The energy is of her as a whole person, not as she was at the end of her life so that is reassuring.