WHAT YOU FEEL
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
What to say what to do
Whispering words trying not to give a clue
Fact is I don’t know what to say
To help you
Support you in your every need
As if you’re a child
I put a bandage on your bleed
Hypothetically speaking of course
Where to go and how far shall we travel?
Which track to take as if a barrel
Being led by a horse
You won’t take advice what do I, know
But my life has given me years
I can prevent most of your tears
Back on that horse and cart and steer
Just keeping you not too far but near
Just enough rains to keep you right
As you venture in the navy night
The world is exciting waiting for you
The sandy beaches with oceans of blue
Subjects of taboo
Winning words of wise old women
Remembering to take rather than just giving
But stopping at taking and never sharing
Be caring
But don’t let them walk over you
Be true
Feel your insides talk to you
As your soul has done a journey on earth before
Possible in the shell of another
Let your engine chugger
And may your life be full of sugar
Every day sweetener
Pulling out the winning ticket at the tombola
But being full of gratitude
Never being rude
Polite to those who are polite to you
Give time to others who aren’t sure which direction to take
Just listen to me as I can tell real and fake
Don’t make the same mistake
Sleep peacefully whilst the guilty stay awake
And drink the sun when others sleep
Keep healthy to climb those hills so steep
Don’t trip on life’s bumps or heaps
Just stop from time to time and hear my words
You’ll find them in the songs of the birds
In the swaying of the branches
Don’t take unnecessary chances
If something seems too good
Don’t be tricked
Take time and thought for food
Keep dry in the silver rain under your hood
And warm by a fire in winters splinters
Shade from the sun
Enjoy the fun
Walk don’t run
Count before you answer a difficult question
Your world is your expansion
Your castle is your mansion
Your words will be your passion
And through it all
If you ever fall
I will be here to lift you up
So once again
You can stand tall
Write words by pen
To clinch your deal
Remembering to go with what you feel
© Fiona Cummings
To my beautiful Son. I will forever be here for you.
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