Elaine Battersby Poems

A voice of truth, of reason,
speaks out with splendid clarity,
dismissed by raised newspapers and turned heads.
Indifferent to his words his truth.
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Awakening
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My grandma, before she was dead.
Naught wrong with world, it's people in it.
I think you could say, it's the same today,
As it was of yesterdays.
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I saw her from a distance.

Body swollen and slouched, she sat motionless,
Sad
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She 85 years young
With a mind of her own,
and a will of steel that's for sure.
Not afraid to speak out,
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When you look at me the way you do,

you are the sunshine in my cloud.
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My world seems much smaller now.
Lonelier, more hostile.
I feel imprisioned in my body.
Trapped, restricted, by my aching limbs,
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They say that curiosity killed the cat.
But I'm not too sure about that.
I am often a little curious, about what's up the road,
Or round the bend.
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I am here, I'm there.
Seems like l'm everywhere.
Looking through the mirror,
Running down the road
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Naïve and fresh faced,
sons and lovers,
husbands brothers,
young and brave.
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