Mother and Child


Flickering raindrops on telephone wires.

Chimneys in the distance standing like gothic spires.

There is no sun only streetlights alight,

It’s the morning, but it could be the middle of the night.

Muddied meadows, swollen streams,

Did the mild autumn only exist in dreams?

“When will it stop raining?” asked the girl of her mum.

And will we ever see a return of the sun?”

Her mum thought hard and then did reply. “With every day, there comes a surprise

Only with some, they are beyond our eye.

The sun brings life, but so does the rain.

Life needs the both to begin again.”

Pastures green for the horse to graze,

Water reflections that do amaze.

Rainbows falling on pots of gold.

Lives to live before life grows old.

The wind that whips the blades of grass.

Reasons that are hard to grasp.

Why is the winter so wet and cold,

Is it God’s punishment for getting old?

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.


About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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