Sheila O'Donovan
Wigan, Lancashire, UK
Sheila O'DonovanWigan, Lancashire, UK |
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I was born on the 3rd June 1962. I am a single parent. There are two men in my life and they are my son, Shaun O'Donovan, aged thirteen and my dad, Ronald Cawley. I am an animal lover and have two most beautiful cats. They are Shandy and Shadow. I love writing poetry and receive a great deal of inspiration from my dreams. |
My StrangerThe wind was blowing hard one night as I lay awake in my room,thoughts of being on my own was like sitting in a cold, dark tomb. I got out of my bed and slowly crept downstairs. I was afraid that someone may hear me then away went all my cares. I went into the kitchen and pulled open the big oak door, I stepped out into the garden, oh how the wind did roar. I ran down to the river and walked across the bridge. I made my way across the fields up to the highest ridge. I knew I come for something but the reason I didn't know, Looking down to the meadow I knew I had to go. Running across the meadow the long grass was up to my waist, Strange feelings went through me, death I could even taste Passing through a tunnel of trees. they rustled madly in the breeze. Branches clutching at my arms willing me to stop I waved my arms and gave a scream, I wish the wind would drop. I came across a little a house that looked so dark and scary a voice came from within me and told me to be wary As I walked up the path to that dark and lonely place the lightening streaked across the sky, I could clearly see his face He made a move towards me and I quickly backed away Then I heard his deep low voice say "Don't run away please stay" His big black cape was blowing like a sail upon a ship the thunder lashed around us like a huge invisible whip He pulled me now towards him, I felt his grip so tight. I had to give in, I knew I couldn't fight. I looked deep into his eyes they were as black as coal. I felt his strength and his power touch my very soul. There was I locked in his embrace, Standing there face to face. I gave to him life then, I gave to him my all, and I will always give to him whenever I hear his voice call Who is this strange man, I may never know This sad and lonely man will never let me go Stay with me stranger for we will never part, I could love no other for I've given you my heart. |