The Beauty and The Cuckoo

Darkened sky, patter of rain,
Don't know when she'll rise again,
Sitting alone, no strength to fight,
Suddenly beams a breathtaking light,

The cuckoo that no longer sings,
Finds strength amongst most beautiful things,
A beauty that only she knows true,
A beauty that colours her with feelings new,

Always there, though disguised for years,
She helped remove those painful tears,
And everytime that cuckoo cried,
The beauty rushed straight to its side,

And when at last it's wounds had healed,
The beauty smiled, new hope had sealed,
The greatest gift she gave to her,
The gift of love, friendship and care,


Forever bright, she remains a star,
Gliding softly she moves, though never far,
And once she sang 'What more can I say',
The cuckoo replied, 'please mum, just stay',






This poem is for my mum who i love so much and who has helped me through some rough times! xxx