wash my face

The time it takes to wash my face
That’s how I plan the day.
I look peacefully in the cloudy sink
And just wish my life away.

All the day is filled with smiles,
And crying sometimes too.
It’s not me who does it all the time.
But a little boy called boo.

Once the day has ended,
And order is back in place.
All I want to do at night,
Is look at his wonderful face.

I could sit there for hours,
Just watching what we made,
Hoping that the memories had
Will never begin to fade.

If my life was different,
Or if I had no boo.
I don’t know where id be right now,
I’d want to be with you.

Beverley Battersby x