Odes by Gandra

There are times when I think
And I wonder why
That I write

And if anyone
Really does
Read the
Words that just
Pour
Straight from my heart.

And then I think
Maybe
Just Maybe

There is someone out there
Who reads what I write
And likes it and so
I write because that
Is sometimes just the way
That I can get out to say
The words that are in me

And if nobody reads
Then maybe they also
Feel lonely like me

I don't even know
If that one lonely soul
Who reads what I write
Does know what I mean
Or how I do feel

I only hope so

That is so heartfelt Gandra-really beautiful xx

omg tears in my eyes here wd hon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx:kiss:

I do not understand
Why some folk
Think it funny
Oh we need a wheelchair
For daddy or mummy
So they can go out

And then what do they say
Oh dear this is hard work
To push it this way

And oh look
Another curb
That we must go up

Well how do you think
That the people like me
Who live in a chair
Have to manage without you
To push and to shove
And what about curbs
Do you think they just vanish
Because you aren't there
To complain

Yet again

Ah thats lovely Gandra-you really have a flair for poetry xx

Thank you Christine
It is good
To know my words
Are understood

Although perhaps
They touch a nerve
In which case
Perhaps
I don't deserve

That people like
The things I write
Because I don't know
What's wrong
Or
Right

I have no choice
In what I say
The words just come
Whatever way
They choose
And then
I'm just the one
With fingers on the keys
Not on a pen