Poem 72- my camp

My camp

I always knew it was
Time for camp because my
Mummy would take me
To buy new socks and
Shorts
She would say, as we
Traipsed around our local
Shopping centre, remember to write,
Make sure you sleep enough and
Try and eat some fruit… you need
Your vitamins.
She would pack me
Off with stamped and addressed
Envelopes that would
Get lost under my bed
And disintegrate as
Camp wore on.

Camp was a safe haven
A relief from the general
Tone of the year and a
Place where I could truly
Be myself. I learned friendship, happiness and
Pride in my Judaism that sustained
Me until it was time to go back

It was those years
Before I went out to buy
My own socks, addressed my
Own envelopes and made that safe haven
For the younger versions of me, that
Showed me it was the greatest happiness
And a new section of my life
Where I could empower others
To grow as I had.

Poem 71- Part of the time

Part of the time

For this situation
This idea of part of the time
Leaves two meanings

One- part of the time
My patience and care
For you is mirrored
With excitement and
The little girls inside
Your newly adult
Frames, come to me
Looking for friendship,
Acceptance and compassion.

It is constantly waiting and available to you

Two- is the idea of part of the time
Only I tiny
Percentage of your lives
Are you here with me
Waiting with this love
So due to our
Semi-permanence, I am
Not your primary link
For love, truth and
A relationship based on
Respect. And due to the
Others and due to our minute
Amount of time together
I cannot hope to fully
Change things for you
But I can hope that
You will only ever
Have happiness, and a chance to get older
At your own pace
And you have
And create
The life
You
Want

Poem 70 - Password Protection

Password Protection

I know this sounds weird,
But you are my password.
On my computer, since we met, and
Maybe also for my library card
(I cant remember I haven’t used it for a while)
When I say you’re my password, I mean
The basis for which my password was chosen
But I changed it that night
We argued and so now
You’re only some of my
Passwords.

Mainly because its an easy word
To remember, or maybe just an easy time
To hold on to.
The young me and the young you-
Strangers who wrote a story
Narrated and mainly created by me
In my head
Without you

Poem 69- Journey to thought

Journey to thought

I think its getting better
A little easier each day
A little more simple even
On the longest days
But maybe I have just let
My standards slip further
And further down
As usual
Til even the things that upset
Or frustrate me are banalised
And upgraded
Til I don’t allow
Myself to feel
Worthy of
Setting



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