Happy

 

I don’t remember the day that sadness

Came to stay with me.

I remember sad things that happened

But then I was happy again.

It wasn’t the day the poorly lady came to stay

In our house and never

Came out of the bedroom.

Mummy used to take her food

But she brought it out again

And I never was allowed to go in.

Mummy and Daddy used to talk softly

And then stop if I came close.

Then the men came and I was told to stay

In my room and play.

When I came out the room was empty

And there were no sheets on the bed.

And I was sad because I didn’t know and I wanted to make her laugh.

They said I was funny though I don’t know what funny is

But I liked them smiling at me.

And I was sad again when there was no breakfast.

I was hungry but they said a man had stolen it

And the police we’re going to catch him.

Bread and milk and cornflakes and a big knife he took

I wanted to say no it was Frosties

And the police could look and follow the trail

Cos they were easier to see than cornflakes.

But they didn’t want to talk to me

And I was sad

Cos I wanted to help.

And I was sad in Bridlington and it rained

And we had to sit in the car

And I had a sausage

But it was sunny when we got home

And I dug a hole

And I was happy.

Daddy shouted a lot

Sometimes at me but

I don’t know what drunk means

Like Mummy said

And I don’t know how old I am

But I know I had a hamster and he escaped

And I was sad

And we found him hiding in Eeyore’s leg

And I was happy.

I like flowers and

biscuits but not with chocolate on

And milky bars make my head hurt.

They said somebody hit me

But I don’t remember and now sadness has been here

A long time

And Mummy and Daddy don’t come to see me.

I am happy sometimes

In the sun

And when I get a toy

But sadness is always waiting for me

Sometimes in the chair

Sometimes on my bed.

He doesn’t have a colour

And he doesn’t talk.

I wish he’d go and maybe I’d remember

Proper happy that doesn’t go

Or maybe sadness would just

Come for a little visit

And happy would be there at night.

But he isn’t.

Still I need a cuddle

So I’ll just cuddle my sad

And have a little cry

And fall asleep in the wet patch.

 

 

 

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Stephen A. Linstead
Image: Spiritual Haven

 

 

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