A Taste of Death

Today I had a taste of death
As I lay in a coffin
My mind was racing very fast
I wish I hadn't got in

But It gave me time to think of things
The future and the past
I took a breath, held it in
How long before I gasp?

I wondered if it felt like this
When death it comes our way
No time for second chances
Or for words you want to say

It made me feel quite grateful
For the things I have in Life
Being a sister and a mother
A Granny and a wife

But there's something I should let you know
Just between you and I....
I wasn't in a coffin
I was having an MRI

©.Diane Heron

Words....

Words are just like weapons
That destroy you with each blow
Use hurtful words for long enough
The affects begin to show

A smile can slowly disappear
Replaced with just a frown
Once walking with your head held high
You now look at the ground

Words telling you you're ugly
You're stupid or you're fat
Maybe you look different
What's so wrong with that?

It might make them feel powerful
With all the words they say
But like every other bully
They are going to get their day!


©.Diane Heron

Being A Makar..

Theres nothing else I could compare
To being Craigmillar's makar
With johnni always oan ma back
It's ma poetry he's after
Get your pen and paper lass
And write a line or two,
If you get stuck oor heathers there
She'll tell you what to do,
For now it seems that im the Queen
And Heather is the Jester
But between us both
Im sure he knew
We'd gi him what he's efter.

©.Diane Heron

(The queen of poetry and verse, but in the words of johnni)
Well he would say 'Aye the queen yur Erse'