Francesca's Poems We are so grateful to wonderful mum, Francesca for sharing these 3 beautiful poems with us... Count to Ten Stick a smile on a broken face Plaster the cracks leave no trace To just get what your child needs you swallow down frustrated screams So everyday you put it on A mask you've worn far too long A masquerade, a disguise That hides the pain behind your eyes So stick a smile on a broken face Plaster the cracks leave no trace Don't give any excuse to say It's the parents they're to blame Leave no room to be misconstrue Called aggressive, dismissed as rude Count to ten, don't let them out Those feelings that you want to shout So... You Stick a smile on a broken face Plaster the cracks leave no trace Calmly, politely, give no choice Make them hear your child voice. When you're tired, lost and weak So sick with worry you cannot eat When all you knew turns to dust And you can't go on but know you must How the world spins on and on When everything feels so wrong Nothing looks or seems the same In a moment forever changed Words you never want to hear A deafening ringing in your ears The world fades, a grenades gone off Frozen still, all sound lost Like a photograph left in the sun Washed out, faded, colours run All the joy has drained gone When you feel you can't go on Remember, that I'm always here Remember, I will always care I'll be there, when the lights go out When you need to scream and shout Remember, that you are strong Remember, that you can go on I'll be there when the ground falls away I'll be there come what may A Special Prayer Every night in bed I pray That god will take the pain away Then I wake, it's still there I wonder if you heard my prayer Why choose me to carry this When Ordinary seems such bliss I'm not special no siree There's Nothing special about me I'm no more patient, no more kind, No more strong, not that wise I'm no more happy, no more sad, No more good, not that bad I'm a pretty average sorta bod. So if there is really a god If someone is actually there Someone who's heard all my prayers Night after night, year after year All those prayers filled with fear Please, if you hear my plea I'm not special so why choose me. Manage Cookie Preferences