My neighbour has a baby,
who cries and cries and cries,
surely they should comfort him
and wipe his teary eyes.
It makes me sad to listen
but there's nothing I can do,
but listen as that baby cries,
all the long day through...

I know I haven't been around,
a lot's been going on,
my head is filled with worry,
creativity - just gone.
It's hard to be poetic
when anxious for another.
It's hard to find a rhyme
when one you love has suffered.
BUT
I think we've turned a corner now,
and things are looking brighter,
my heart is lifting up again,
creativity is lighter,
so hopefully I can come back,
I have a ready pen,
and we're ready to write new poems,
again and again and again.

Don't you wonder why
'easy to assemble' means
headaches and tantrums!

"More cops!" we all cried.
"Invasion of privacy!"
we then relented!

We anticipate
our holidays and yet, we
love arriving home!