A sonnet inspired by some incredible children I met...

 

God’s Children

 

Hands that have plunged into rubbish for food

Greet us as though we have come to rescue

But in time this gesture proves misconstrued

The faith they hold has the force to renew.

 

Brown skin rests against white in a scorched land

Youth emerges from their eyes as we play

In parched fields where baffled buffalo stand

Where there is hope to trust , to laugh, to pray.

 

Memories flood, the power to distance

Those children will not forget what they saw

But in their joy they have built resistance

In His eyes they hold not one single flaw.

 

She was born in death in a concrete tomb

But God held her and allowed her to bloom.

 

 

A sonet about a trolley for Stuart Norvill...

 

You’ll find me asleep inside the trolley

You said you’d only be a few hours

So now I feel like a proper wally

As you’ve spent ages staring at flowers.

 

I’ve looked at your list, I know what’s to come

There’s vegetables, fruit, and God forbid clothes

To agree to this trip I was so dumb

Now you’ve spied a friend to add to my woes!

 

I’ve tried to find things to speed you along

But nothing is right, you put it all back

Why am I here if all I do is wrong?

I accept defeat, I don’t have the knack.

 

A wife to isle three this instant please!

We’ve found a lost husband cuddling cheese.