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Wrote this piece 4 years ago today when Grace was a half year old. Hope ye like it! 🙏🤞😁

I know that sometimes you get a little scared.
A little overwhelmed
Every time I try to tear
Every time I try to rend…
myself from out of ye’re arms
So that I can just explore
Put my feet on the ground
(Sets off ye’re inner alarm)
And see a little more
Of this new world around
So, I charge ahead,
My hands, held in your hands
Take those big faltering; looping steps
Then stop a moment to stand
Turn around to seek approval
Or when I push myself up off your lap
Onto my feet.
Try to climb up your chest
Up towards the press
To see what I can see
All done with pursed; toothless smile
And glint in my sky blue eyes
That sees everything
And soaks up all I can
For I want to learn as much
As possible. That’s part of my plan….”

Hit & Run

The bones of this poem was composed in 2014, when I was a bit lost; insecure and restless & before I was lucky enough to meet Anne-Marie and have my wonderful girls! 😁😁 Came across it on Facebook memories and decided to finish it off. My how times and my outlook has changed! Enjoy! 😁

“Stumbling, half blind down the cul-de-sac of temporary romance
Teetering; staggering in a type of inebriated dance
Punch-drunk and lovelorn from my latest hit and run
We hit, I run….
straight into someone else’s arms
Reeled in by their womanly charms
Looking for the relationship cure,
Another kind face
Another sympathetic ear
To blot out the heartbreak
Of another failed attempt
At human connection
before the pounding hangover of rejection
Kicks in with lonely & unforgiving vengeance
And I hit the road
And run

I drink once more from the cracked glass of Cabernet Sauvignon
Rebounding instead of embracing being alone
Like a beach ball bouncing between hand; sand or sea
To stay drunk on love or the idea of at least
Like a game of musical chairs for hopeless lovers
Terrified of the vast; lonely terrain of singleness
And the terrible duress
It brings
Because when the music stops,
Someone always ends up standing on their own
Facing into the deep; dark loveless abyss
Scared of their own shadow; uncomfortable in their own skin
Time to hit the pause button
And stop run-ning!”

Reach up to the Stars

“If I could reach up to the stars.
And wrap my arms around the moon.
Pull them back down to the earth
And place them all into just one room.

I’d wrap them up like presents
From the vast cosmos up above.
One gleaming star at a time
To show you how much I love

You; your sister and your mum
The 3 little stars in this poem.
How ye lighten up my path
And guide me on my way home

If I could plunge into the deepest depths
Hold my breath for a moment or two.
Perchance lay my hands upon a treasure chest
Carry it back up to the surface for you.

On the tail of a beautiful seahorse
Noblest of underwater steeds
Or the back of a humpback whale
What an awesome sight that would be!

If I could climb up the steepest mountains
To the very highest peaks
I’d pull a cloud down out of the sky
For use as a pillow while you sleep

Sprinkle it with fairy dust
Seal it with an angel’s kiss
Wrap it up with a rainbow
So your slumber would be bliss!”

Written by Ken Hume



Wish that I could’ve frozen time

Halted it completely in its tracks

Made it that the bells wouldn’t chime

That you wouldn’t fade to black

Wish I could’ve wrapped you

And your fragile little frame,

Stooped in humble service

Like a perpetual prayer,

up in cotton wool

In bubble wrap

In my arms

Breathe fresh life

Into your lungs

But cancer had set its trap

Aggressively it had struck

And your body slowly wasted away

To mere skin & bone

As if you were made to atone

For some ancient sin

You’d buried deep within

A thought I scarce can entertain

For it would stain

Your memory

Your legacy

You were too pure

Too gentle

For this earth

Hope you find the peace

You’re looking for

To make your sacrifices



Wish that I could freeze time

Halt it completely in its tracks

Get a marker & draw a line,

Across which you cannot pass

For fear that you might get older

Grow up too soon

Lose your childlike innocence

For you’re too young to shoulder

Such burdens.

If that makes any sense.

Put together your very own

Wardrobe to Narnia

Where you’ll never grow old

Or succumb to disease

Where you’ll never be told

What to do

Or have to appease

You’ll sit on the throne

Guided by the great lion

And rule your kingdom

With kindness and compassion

Love and wisdom

Strength & dignity

For the whole of your life







I Will Carry You

I will carry you on my shoulders

Though it fills your mum with fright

I will carry you on my shoulders

Because it fills you with great delight

I will carry you on my shoulders

Till you reach those lofty heights


I will carry you in my arms

Though my arms grow weak

I will carry you in my arms

Cradle you while you weep

I will carry you in my arms

Rock you till you fall asleep


I will stoop down to pick you up

Though my back cries out in pain

I will stoop down to lift you up

When you’ve fallen down again

I will carry you when the going’s tough

Through the pouring rain


I have carried you from the start

Before your feet 1st touched the ground

I will carry you when it’s dark

Until a light we’ve found

I will carry you always in my heart

Even when you’re not around

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