Aphasia Poems by Chris Ireland
My Anchors
My friends are my anchors,
do not judge, just there!
My friends are my keys.
out from isolation, from exile!
We have fun together,
even when confidence goes.
My friends are my anchors!
do not judge, just there!
My friends are my keys.
out from isolation, from exile!
We have fun together,
even when confidence goes.
My friends are my anchors!
Hard Work
No speech is not everybody cup of tea!
Old friends came to my home
but could not talk to them,
was horrondous, enormous effect.
HARD WORK!
Doesn't see them too much,
they are busy with everything,
That is HARD WORK too!
Old friends came to my home
but could not talk to them,
was horrondous, enormous effect.
HARD WORK!
Doesn't see them too much,
they are busy with everything,
That is HARD WORK too!
Two Ways!
Two demensions, my friends and me,
Friendship is not only about me.
Two ways!
They talk seventy percent and I talk thirty percent!
Friends can
open up everything to you,
to the darker side.
But love share humour
laughter together
We have a vision, so THANK YOU
Friendship is not only about me.
Two ways!
They talk seventy percent and I talk thirty percent!
Friends can
open up everything to you,
to the darker side.
But love share humour
laughter together
We have a vision, so THANK YOU
The Kaleidoscope
Friendships is constantly changing,
some before and some after,
different.........
New friends,
new, new, new people
slowly, slowly,
fainting, faintly,
as fast friends, sharing and bonding,
as a painting, that is never finished.........
Missing and Finding
As a child. lost and found,
to the naked core of you,
to lead a simple life
but growing to different person.
Friends as paths from the
family protective net to outside.
So what I am?
Communication
To try and reach out,
as together.......
Enchance friends, not only is communication,
other ways, as just
walking,
Just together......
as together.......
Enchance friends, not only is communication,
other ways, as just
walking,
Just together......