Susan Evelyn Churton Lincoln, UK

I was born 31-12-58. I am married to Philip Churton and we have four wonderful children: Jodie, Steven, Cheryl and Matthew. We have various pets. I believe that life is a journey, through which we should all learn to develop all of our senses and explore all emotions. Only by finding inner peace as individuals can the world ever achieve peace as a whole. My poetry is basic, as I am, and reflects truth as I see it. If people identify with my poetry then I have achieved all I seek.

Luke My little boy, all dressed in blue Grew up in a world of peace, But how I long to have him here, to remove my pain and grief. I never got to hold him Or kiss his tender cheek, I never got to nurse him Nor cradle him to sleep. I never sung a lullaby To take away his fears, Or kissed a little wounded knee Nor wipe away small tears. But I know that he is happy In his world, his special place And at night when all is silent Our gentle arms embrace. For though he's in the spirit world When stars are in the skies, I meet my little boy in blue Through journeys in my eyes.

Thoughts of James Bulger James so tiny, so precious, so small, His life was taken, leaving his parents to mourn, Their sunshine's now gone, his poor mum and dad, Hearts full of sorrow, souls that are sad. A vicious attack on such an innocent babe, What a cruel wicked world the human race made. The crime of the century this has to have been, Only 10 and 11, their minds are obscene. Kidnap and torture, such evil crimes, Surely someone must have noticed some of the signs. It ended in murder, that poor little soul, How could they do it? He was two years old. But James now at peace, in paradise he's trod, the angels have blessed him on his journey to God. With "teddy" in hand, he walks up the stair, To be met by God, open arms waiting there. Together they walk through gates open wide, Where others will cherish him, till you're again by his side. With teddy he sits on his little red chair, Where he's taken the love, that you gave and you shared. The world's grieving with you on the loss of your son, Deep thoughts from the heart come from everyone.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Susan Evelyn Churton. All rights reserved.