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'

The Daughter's Mobile Phone

Oh my god Ive lost it
Life will never be the same
I think it might have fallen
Down that great big bloody drain

I've checked in all my pockets
My handbag and the chair
It looks as though I've dropped it
When i stepped outside for Air

Can someone try to call it
And listen for the sound
There's every chance I'll hear it ring
From underneath the ground

Should I call a plumber?
The council or the police?
Maybe I could tell her
It's been stolen by a thief

A mobile phone
Her pride and joy
It's what makes life worth living
Texting,Calling,Internet
Don't think she'll be forgiving

©.Diane Heron

The Lottery O' Life

To live ma life in luxury
Would that really be a sin
To win the Euro Millions
And have a massive Grin
Am fed up picking numbers
That are never in the Draw
I always seem tae have just one
But it seems you need them aww

I've even tried that Health one
Three numbers pays oot well
For feck sake aw a goat wis two
Thats bloody shite as well
So nae mair feckin lottery
They can stick their Feckin baws
It looks like i'll be poor fur life
In ma hoose wae cooncil walls

© Diane Heron