A very Special Lady

Dedicated to Helen Crummy (born in Craigmillar) Edinburgh

There was a very Special Lady
Who had to leave and say goodbye
Mother Nature called her back
And that's the reason why
This very special lady
Whose name is Helen Crummy
Affectionately known to one and all
As our 'Craigmillar's Mummy'

She recognised local talent
And had a can-do-attitude
She said anything is possible
If you can do it ...then you should
Care about your community
work to make it better
it's easier to change the world
when people come together

Give a child a crayon
watch what they can do
A few more years of learning
and an Artist will shine through
Give a child an instrament
Teach him how to play
A Talented Musician
could be in front of you one day

Creative intervention
with Art and Drama Too
Can Shape the history of Craigmillar
For everyone like you
Visions for it’s future
By an insperational lady
Kept alive by her son Andrew
with Craigmillar Comuniversity

© Diane Heron
27/09/12

A Mouse In My House

This was just a fun poem I wrote after a discussion with friends about mice


I was in the house and all alone
When I heard a strange noise
But it wasn't a moan,
I stood up on my chair
And I gave out a scream
Was my mind playing trick's
At the vision I'd seen

I knew I'd heard noises
Which I thought were outside
I looked out the window
While my heart jumped inside,
There was nothing out there
All was quiet and still
I went back to my chair
But only .......untill

Those noises got closer
Were they under my seat
I started to sweat
Then looked down at my feet,
I just caught the shadow
of something quite small
My mouth it did open
but who could I call

My Husband was working
He's not home till five
All my limbs they were Jerking
Would I still be alive,
Was this thing what I'd thought
If so! where's my cat
In my house.. he was not
Surely he'd...smell a rat

I stood frozen with fear
Then I jumped up and down
Screaming and shouting
I looked all around,
As my eyes scanned the floor
Once again it appeared
With a long stringy tail
And two small pointed ears

Oh god someone help me
I'm trapped in the house
Too scared to move
At the sight of a Mouse,
Should I jump off the chair
Make a run for the door
What if it chases me over the floor

I know some will laugh
At being scared of a Mouse
I don't mind them outside
Just not in my house,
A small tiny creature
A Rodant you see
That scurries along
Much faster than me

It carries diseases now I feel sick
Please someone come save me
For me ...its too quick,
How did it get here
Oh I hate those damn pests
Oh Help...Oh my God
What if it has a Nest

So now you'll be wondering
Did I jump off the chair
Did I Run for the door
Did I make it to there,
Well the truth be told
I'm not really that Brave
I'm still up on the chair
Waiting to be saved

© Diane Heron
08/05/12

Madison

I wrote this poem about my grandaughter last year when she was just 2yrs old

Sweet and angelic
What harm could she do
I mean come on
She is only two
Dressed in pink
There was nothing finer
Untill I noticed
She had my eye liner

All over the walls
And the table too
OMG, whats that in my shoe
And there on the carpet
A great big splodge
That looked like something
Had been left by a dog

Her breakfast cereal
Tipped upside down
Now my smile
Had turned into a frown
Please don't touch that
It will break
Yes you guessed
It was too late

The broken vase
lay on the floor
Sticky finger prints
All over the door
My poor cat Sox
Ran up the stair
As Madison stood
with a handful of hair

She looked at me
with innocent eyes
As if saying to me
Clean my hands
No surprise!
So off I did go
To get Madison wipes
Five times in a row
To myself I did gripe

That took only seconds
But on my return
Mischevious Madie
was having more fun..
Up on the sofa
she'd reached for a pen
Saying look! madi's drawing
Now I'm counting to ten..

I got there in time
But my heart it did sink
What a thought!
My cream sofa
All covered in ink
Oh Madison I thought
Do you never slow down
Has she even noticed
My smiles now a frown

Well her eyes said it all
as she held out her hand
With her inner voice pleading
I'm young!...understand
Then she gave me a smile
That said all was well
But when I see her mother
I'll give HER bloody hell!!!

© Diane Heron

My Grandaughter Steph

I wrote this for my Grandaughter Stephanie on her 18th Birthday 2012

I have so many memories
Of you when you were small
Infact I have so many
I couldn't Add them all

The day you learned to ride a bike,
And of face paints you were scared
Garden Gloves and sticky tape,
You pulled bobbles out your hair

Toy Story was your favourite film
Put on when you started to Yawn,
Buzz lightyear woke you many times
Saying 'To infinity and beyond'

Whats happened now
Where's that cute little child?
She's now a Teenager
Rebellious and Wild

Remember on Monday's
When you came for Tea
You me and Shannon
On Facebook all three

And the time you hit Grandad
When he said "Slap Me"
And we all laughed so hard
That we thought we would Pee

And what about Christmas
When you baked the cake
We all had a piece
Grandad, ate the whole plate

Now into the Future
Eighteen you will be
And more happy memories
I hope you'll share with me

© Diane Heron