Hey chicken, Don't let them tell you who to be, Take it from me, and learn from an early age that what's inside of you comes out brighter than ever!
By Lauren Blakeway7 years ago in Poets
Heart of an old lady At heart I'm an old lady; I relish hot coffee and cosy up, Watching my shows on a winter's evening.
Brother can't talk. I sit on the couch, talk to my nan, telling her to keep her head up, letting her know she can. And there's the man, stranger, my brother, standing in the room.