I came to see you leave, it was well done

I saw your faces blurred and indistinct

My eyes were full of tears I had to blink

Where I looked again the train has gone)

Kindertransport helped you to survive

I hope the children in Ukraine will live

I’m a ghost there’s nothing I can give

But tell you that my children are alive

My children have got children of their own

They live in in English towns, they play their games

English both in manners and names

Jewish in the blood and in the bones

I float away to join the other lost

I died and now you live, at what a cost

I breath as softly as a little bird
Like the robin did in Arnside Wood
Quick yet calm, who for some food would dare.

The view from Arnside Knot is  broad and fair
The atmosphere is  pure, we see trains chug
The Estuary of the Kent will never bore

Further South the Lune runs like  old tears
Morecambe Bay endangers, how it floods
Behind the Pennines rise,   the edges  fierce

Dent is ancient, mobile phones won’t dare
To penetrate  the  music of  its blood
Nor bring   their tones to hurt the mad March hare

Hutton Roof , cathedral, how we stared
A gentle hand caressed my heart to good
Meek flowers grew in the cracks  as safe,as  pure

How my heart expands  and I am glad
For mourning heals and  I am no more sad
I breath as softly as a little bird
I tiptoe on the path  the peace is shared

I wish we were in Silverdale again

The meadow full of flowers,the nettle’s sting

The boarding house,the hedges rich with song..

The sketch pad,ink, the birthday pen

My brother’s humour and his wacky games

I miss his buoyant face, his eyes untamed

At least he’s not in prison doing time.

I liked the way he misprounced my name.

I wish we were on Windermere today

The bouncing sun,the blossoms rich display

Come back now I love you anyway

My heart was stabbed with death,you went away

I saw your shadow cycling in black rain.

May we help each other with the pain?

I wish we were in Silverdale again

The meadow full of flowers,the nettle’s sting

The boarding house,the hedges rich with song..

The sketch pad,ink, the birthday pen

My brother’s humour and his wacky games

I miss his buoyant face, his eyes untamed

At least he’s not in prison doing time.

I liked the way he misprounced my name.

I wish we were on Windermere today

The bouncing sun,the blossoms rich display

Come back now I love you anyway

My heart was stabbed with death,you went away

I saw your shadow cycling in black rain.

May we help each other with the pain?

https://www.theguardian.com/society/2019/jun/03/mental-illness-is-there-really-a-global-epidemic?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

How can it be that he is never here?
How can it be I do not hear that voice
His presence haunts from his old ,battered chair

Though I have money and no need unbare
I feel the grief , the affect of his choice.
How can it be that he is never here?

What is the world when loss turns to despair.
When every sheet by weeping is made moist?
His presence haunts from his beloved chair

Now we learn the symbol of the hare
Unpeaceful, hunted, jugged or potted roast
How can it be that he was ever here?

Into the real we stand and long time stare
We’re begging, blaming,badgered and then gassed
His presence feints with ours in death’s own lairs

Now the world of man has long surpassed
The time we could blame God for what we‘ve missed
How can it be that He is never here?
His absence haunts , symbolic , suffered, real

Curves seem quite unreachable by lines

And differentiation can alarm.

Analyzing love has little charm

Learn instead to read your lover’s signs.

The bitten lip, the tear,the pallor state

A wordless phrase,a touch that conveys warmth..

The narrowed eye, the stare is an a alarm.

Isaac Newton knew the growing rate

I wish I were in Dorset once again

Lyme Regis in the sunshine, in the rain

The little river flowing by the gate

The cafe where we sat but you are late.

The joy in such surprises swells the heart.

The silence in its deepness conquers charts

Absence can be happy as with noise.

All that will remain is our own voice.

On the Cobb I’m nervous all alone.

The wind is fierce and cuts me to the bone.

I d like to draw a map,the Cobb of Lyme

A nest of tangents triggers my design.

Nature did what calculus has learned.

The speed of tiny zeros can alarm

The men who built the Cobb new shape by heart.

The answer seems to be in where you start.

The the waves rolled up the beach and, startled, down

Pulled the shingle made a suffering sound

The script of seashells writes upon my soul.

Yet and yet and yet, I am alone.

No mobile groans are allowed in this hospital.
Please faint on the bed only.Or if pushed,faint onto the nurses’ station.
No lipstick to be worn at night.
Pills must be swallowed your own water.
Do not undress in this cubicle.Undress outside before entry.
Leave your clothes in the bin for people to steal on demand (X ray unit]
Kindly tell us your name before we drug you.
If afraid please report to the nurse paranoia is rampant
.If no night nurse is available please die after 8 am.
If you must have sex in the ward, please do not scream or moan as the other patients may be jealous.
If you have no relations please ask the doctor to oblige when he finishes his rounds.
If you feel weak,do not use your Kindle Fire on the bed
After a heart attack do not resume sex until you get home unless you had the heart attack here in which case please feel free to continue either or both..
Sex is a form of exercise but also can create chaos in public.Try walking instead with or without a partner.
If borderline kindly make your mind up whether you love or hate the doctor
If you have no bosom,you are probably a man.Wards are now mixed so there is no. problem apart from a shortage of braziers.
Cover all your parts before the Royals visit.
Please leave me all your money before you leave the ward when about to pass over
Sex changes by an operation or sometimes naturally.
Are you bored in bed?Get out and walk up and down the corridor to annoy the visitors.
Kindly do not drum your fingers all day.Use a drumstick.
If you have erosive dermatitis, please dry carefully.
If you have an egg please donate now.Fertility counts.
Owing to a world shortage of egg cups,we now use mugs to eat from and saucers for our tea.
Do you have any further problems?Please weigh your words before you start
None of the staff understand the government…so please do not mention Dom Cummings.if you wish to go home on one piece.
Pies are sold in the conservatory.We do not know why.
In fact we know hardly anything but don’t worry,we’ll treat you barbarically anyway.
Be a stoic and accept the NHSl.We all die one day/night
Any tips, feel free.

https://www.healthline.com/health/fitness-exercise/upper-back-pain-exercises#1

I wish I were at Whitby by your side
From the Abbey Steps we saw the.whole
The sound of gulls aswirling round our minds

The atmosphere of Yorkshire blunt and kind
Salty air,the North Sea,winds that groan
I wish I were at Whitby by your side

See the children taking donkey rides
The fishermen look anxious , happy, worn,
The sound of gulls is swirling round my mind

From Saltburn,Staithes to Bempton bold cliffs rise
Then Bridlingon where Hockney was a boy
I wish I were at any by your side

The two weeks break seemed long when we arrived
Now all my past seems like an old map torn
The sound of gulls is calling you to mind

To be in Whitby is to be alone
The pie shop’s open yet I feel forlorn
I wish we were at Whitby side by side
The sun and air, I dream into your mind

Each body cell can widen or contract

Like individual beings, each minute,
Each shows a different world than we expect

With secrecy, new visions may impact
Our hidden mind with metaphor’s astute,
As body cells each open or contract

From our pain, experience distracts.
The mind and heart and soul can each re-route
We see a world more changed than we expect

The world of trust, of relaxation, tact,
Tensions in the mind will soon dispute.
The choir of cells may sing or lose affect

Faith in the unknown, what shows our lack?
Can we reach such faith in minute steps?
We “see” our ” world ” as fierce attack

As glows the candle, at sweet Fire it hints
Let each respond in their own dialect.
Each body cell can widen or contract
We see new worlds, not mirrors dead reflects