Book Creaky Bones

1. CREAKY
BONES
A Collection of Poetry and Stories
BY
KEN P DUDDLE

3. Contents
Albert
A Nightguards life
Can I also Have
Creaky Bones
Dead End Job
Deirdre Blues
Dicing With Death
Flying Blind
Fly On The Wall
Haikus
I Love My Plants
Little Children
Mother
My Life
Paranoia

4. This is my first book of poems and short stories
that I have attempted to publish.
I have been writing on and off for quite a few
years. I have achieved little academically, but I
believe and have been told so that I have an
imagination which I hope makes up for the lapse
in grammar and spelling...
I have decided to donate a portion of the proceeds
of sales to the charity Cancer Research for this
first publication. Just seeing my name in print is
award enough.
I’d like to thank my family, friends and co-
writers that have given me encouragement over
the years and also those that gave unconstructive
criticism for making me laugh when they were
unable to produce anything of their own.
Finally a special thank you to all those that have
purchased this booklet. I hope you enjoy reading
it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.
Ken
A portfolio can be found at
www.writing.com/authors/nightguard
Comments can also be placed there.

5. Creaky Bones
I must be getting old.
Creaky Bones
But I will not be told.
Creaky bones
Those stairs are hard to climb
Creaky Bones
I will not moan and whine.
Creaky Bones
Bending to tie up shoes.
Creaky Bones
Waiting in those long queues.
Creaky Bones
Once young, now aging fast
Creaky Bones
Soon I'll have a free bus pass.
Creaky Bones

6. A Dead End Job
It was a clear moonlit night. In a deserted graveyard
shadows weaved in-between headstones of the dead.
The night wind whispered as it skated across graves
of loved ones long forgot. The cemetery gate rattled
on loose hinges. Close by two friends, Sid and Clive
sat on a headstone discussing their nights work. They
often stopped here for a chat as their hones were
nearby.
"Well Clive, he said adjusting a rope around his neck,
"how was your night?"
"Don't ask," replied Clive resting his head between his
knees. "My heads been on and off all night, but do
they notice? no they don't."
"I know what you mean Clive, I've been haunting for
two hundred years and lately some of my clients take
more notice of the spirit in the bottle."
"I blame the younger ghosts myself, said Clive
carefully combing a parting in his red hair before
replacing his head on his shoulders. "They just don't
seem to have the enthusiasm for being a phantom
these days. They're killing the job for the older ones."
"Yes, I agree with you there, Take that young Charlie
for instance, always throwing things about, a right
poltergeist, no finesse at all.'
"Well, let's be honest Sid, haunting is a dead end job
now."
"You are not wrong there Clive, It's a dying art. Still.
It’s better than lying down all the time just wasting
away. That would bore me stiff."

7. Sid took one of his eyes and polished it on one of his
sleeve.
"Clive, do you remember the woman who haunted the
Manor?"
"You mean Penelope, The Lady in White?"
"Yes, that's her, she was really good, the way she
rattled her chains was enough to wake the dead. Do
you know what happened to her?!
"I believe she was sent to the gym"
"You mean....?"
"Yes she was exorcised."
Clive adjusted his head and looked at Sid for a few
seconds.
"Are you feeling okay Sid? You don't look as pale as
you usually do."
"Yes, it's just that I've been walking round the
graveyard tonight and these shackles are killing me."
"You should take it easy Sid you're not a young ghost
anymore. Where are you tomorrow?"
"I'm down for the Pig and Pen to catch the drunks as
they come out, although I think it's a waste of good
haunting time. Some of the drunks only want to talk to
you and if you start wailing they think you are as
sloshed as they are and start singing Nellie Dean or
football songs."
"I agree with you about the Alive not being afraid
these days, Clive said, "I was at one house last week
and this young woman - very beautiful I must say -

8. made a pass at me."
"She never did?"
Yes, right after I'd done my walking through the wall
act. She told me it would be a turn-on to be made love
to by a headless ghost.
"You didn't did you?
"Of course not, I'm a married man. Besides if the
missus found out she would kill me again."
"What did you do then?"
"Well, I replaced my head, spun it around a few times,
did a crazy laugh then slowly disappeared through the
floor leaving a trail of green vapour behind."
"I bet that put the willies up her."
"You bet she didn't know if she was coming or going. I
just hope she got the message that I'm not that kind of
ghost."
"Who is?" Sid said sadly.
"To be honest Sid I was very tempted. What really
stopped me was some-one coming up the stairs. I
was in an Old Nick mood that night. I did go back the
following night but she wasn't there."
"You certainly know how to pick them Clive."
"By the way, how did you get on with that apprentice
the other night Sid?"
"Not very good, she was very nervous."
"What actually happened to her?"
"She was murdered by her husband. He chopped her
into little bits then fed her to his dogs."

9. "That sounds hard to digest Sid."
"Well it didn't go down too well, Clive. She was very
angry with him. She only wanted to haunt him, visit
him a piece at a time, she told me."
"So naive, so naive” Clive said.
"I had to explain to her that we don't work that way
and we don't always get to choose who we haunt. I
told her that the Dream Spirits would take care of him
and after a few restless nights he might even join her.
Then she could give him hell."
"Do you think she'll pass?"
"I certainly hope so Clive, she was going to pieces at
one time. I had to tell her to pull herself together."
"With you as her tutor she'll be OK... remember how
we were on our first night?"
"Yes, I was absolutely livid. What made it worse was
that people actually thought I had hanged myself. I
don't know how my wife explained the fact that my
hands were tied behind my back."
Well she was the daughter of a judge wasn't she?"
' Yes, and he was also the local squire. Anyway I'll
have to be floating; the sun is coming up soon. I'll see
you again."
"Is my head straight Sid?" Clive asked as he sunk into
the ground.
"Yes perfect Clive." Shouted Sid from over his
shoulder.

10. "Good luck with the apprentice Sid."
"Thanks Clive."
As the two friends melded into the early mist a pair of
shadowy figures rose from a nearby freshly dug
grave. The first gave a sigh of relief.
"At last,” he said, "I thought they'd never go. Now
what were you saying happened the other night?"
The young woman sat on the edge of the grave next
to the baby-faced youth. She rested an elbow beside
her whilst the rest of her arm floated up from the
grave.
"Well I was in my bedroom lying on the bed starkers
waiting for my hubby to come home from work. He
must have entered the house without me hearing
because when he came into the bedroom he said he
had heard a man's voice. I told him there was no
bloke with me. He never believed me. He reckoned
he could smell the presence of another man."
"Had there been some-one with you?"
"Yes, but how could I explain it to him when he was in
that mood?", Anyway, it was then he lost his temper...
Why did I have to marry a butcher?"
She moved closer to her companion and put a hand
on his knee.
"Charlie? does your head come off?"

11. My Life
My life has been varied and long
at many things I failed.
At seven years old, I wanted to be a train driver
but that idea was soon derailed.
I trained to be an Olympic athlete
came last in every race
I studied to be a lawyer
and lost my every case
I left my job as a crane driver
on the day I was hired
My stint as a Gigolo
left a lot to be desired.
I applied to be a hotel porter
but was told there was no room
and my time as a concert pianist
was distinctively out of tune.
So I became a writer
and dream my time away
I can be who or where I want
whilst staying in bed all day.

12. Can I Also Have
Dear Santa; for my wish list
I would really love a bike-
If it's not too much trouble
Can I also have a kite?
I would like a new computer
With games and an ipod phone.
I would also like a train set
With tracks to fill my home.
But Mummy and Daddy are very poor
Not much money they said-
So if you cannot manage the above
Can I have peace on Earth instead?

13. FLYING BLIND
Cuthbert Dingle’s 50th birthday had arrived
and unbeknown to him his two friends and
drinking partners Robert and Mike had
arranged a surprise for him.
Cuthbert better known as Dangler had been
brought to the small airfield near to his home
by Robert. It had always been Danglers
ambition to be an airline pilot before he
unfortunately lost his sight a few years
before. Now all he could see was shadows
and blurred images.
With him he had Boozer his faithful dog and
companion who had been his eyes and brain
for the past five years.
"Why have you brought me here Robert and
where is Mike? We're wasting valuable
drinking time."
"He'll be along soon; he just had to make a
stop on the way."
No sooner had he said this taxi pulled up in
the airfield’s car park.
"Hey, Robert gives us a hand." Mike
shouted.

14. Robert looked over to see Mike unloading
two beer barrels.
"Why have you got that entire Mike? We
won't be up for more than two hours.'
"L know, “replied Mike, "that's why I only
have two barrels"
A look of realization came over Danglers
face.
"Ahh, so you are taking me up on a plane,
will there be a topless stewardess with big
breasts?"
"'Afraid not Dangler, just us and the pilot"
Said Mike.
"And Boozer" Said Dangler.
"Yes, of course, him too. Laughed Mike.
Very soon the three friends were on board
the 6 seater light aircraft. While the pilot was
telling them about the safety rules, Mike was
pouring his second pint. "Good stuff this, get
stuck in lads, it's been donated by The
Crown."
After nearly two hours flying, plenty of

15. drinking and chat ranging from trains to
buses and to putting the world right, the
pilot's voice came over the tangy.
"Good afternoon gentlemen, I hope you have
enjoyed your flight. Very soon we will be
making our decent. Please fasten your seat,
aagh.."
"Wash up, hic," said Mike tipping the
remaining dregs of the second beer barrel
into his glass. "Are we there hic yet?"
"I'll go and see." Said Robert waking up.
A minute later he returns. "It's-it's the pilot,
he's had. a heart attack. We are all going to
die, start praying now"
Robert stumbled to his seat then fainted.
"Lucky we drank hic all the beer then.” Said
Mike.
Dangler sighed.
"Oh, what a great birthday this has turned
out to be, the pilot’s dead, Mike's too pissed
to even know where we are and Roberts
fainted and we are going to crash if
something’s not done soon."

16. Dangler felt his way out of his seat. "Come
on Boozer, it's up to us to save the day."
"Woof" Said Boozer as he led Dangler to the
cockpit.
Dangle felt his way around until he found the
pilots seat.
"Right Boozer, we need to find the radio to
get some help."
"Woof?"
"It's a round thing which may have curly wire
attached to it."
"Woof" Said Boozer as he nudged the radio
mic into Danglers lap.
"Thanks, now listen carefully."
"Woof"
"If we bank too much to the left bark once,
and too much right bark twice and if we fly
upside down howl."
"Woof."
"So for left?"

17. Woof."
"'Right?"
Woof, Woof."
"Upside down?"
Howwlllll!!!!!!!"
Good boy, now let's get this tin can down."
Dangler fumbled around with the mic until he
managed to switch it on.
"Hello, hello anyone there we are in a bit of a
pickle here. The pilots collapsed and we are
flying blind."
There was a lot of crackling then a voice was
heard.
"OK, don't panic, we have you on radar, now
look at the panel in front of you, what you
see?"
"Nothing cuz as I said we are flying blind. I
am blind." Dangler said a little annoyed.
"Shit."
"Pardon?

18. Nothing now is anyone with you?" replied the
voice.
"Yes, Boozer my co-pilot."
Good, can I speak to him?"
"Well you can but you won't understand
him."
"Why is that?"
"Because he's my dog."
Double shit.
Oi! I may be blind but I'm not deaf."
"Sorry, It’s just I've never talked a blind pilot
down before" the operator said "now we
have you on visual heading straight for us,
you need to ease back on the throttle."
"Is that the big hard stick thing?"
"Yes I believe that would describe it."
"Found it"
"OK You have missed the runway but there’s
little in your way but an outhouse, when you

19. hear the wheels touch, engage the brakes
then switch the engine off, that's a button to
your right."
"Will do.
The plane rolled to and fro as it neared the
ground.
"Woof woof woof woof woof, ho... Woof,
woof."
In the back of the plane Robert was stirring."
Have we landed? He asked rising drearily
out of his seat as the wheels touched the
ground with a bump. Robert fell backwards
hitting his head on an empty beer barrel
before stumbling back into his seat in an
unconscious heap.
In the cockpit Dangler was franticly trying to
find the brake at last he gave a cheer,
"Eureka I've found it."
A moment later there was an enormous
crash as the aircraft ploughed into a hut.
Fuselage crumbled and splinted as it came
to a halt.
Dangler rose out of his seat. "Come on
Boozer let's see how the other two are."
The other two were negotiating their way

20. though the now ground level door to the
plane.
Mike was the first to speak.
"Ah good they've landed near the loos. I'm
bursting." He looked round before
commenting. "But look at the place burst
pipes and water spouting out everywhere;
they could clean the place up a bit."
Very soon after the three friends and Boozer
had made their way away from the airfield.
Robert looked back at the smashed up
plane, “Look at that mess, don’t ever apply
for a job as a pilot Dangler.”
Dangler turned towards him, “Well I landed it
didn’t I, what more do you want? Well
anyway it turned out to be a great birthday
after all. I even got to fly a plane. Only thing
missing was the air hostess with gigantic
kno...."
"Are we going for a drink?" Interrupted Mike.
"I don't know” replied Dangler, "What do you
think Boozer? Which way is home?"
"Woof" Boozer replied

21. "Which way is the pub?"
"Woof woof."
"Which way are you taking us?"
"Woof woof." Boozer said excitedly.
"Well that settles it then" Dangler said. "The
Crown it is."
Boozer barked in excitement as he guided
the three friends into the public bar of The
Crown.

22. LITTLE CHILDREN
Oh! What a joy
little children are
Juice in the video,
sick in the car.
Untidy bedroom,
scattered toys,
girls playing nurses
with little boys.
Dogs' tails being pulled,
a cat's on fire,
interrupting the moments
of love and desire.
Passing the blame
for their little crimes,
playing with frogs
all covered in slime.
Screaming their heads off
in a plush restaurant,
having a tantrum
when refused what they want.
Arriving home late
covered in mud,
not going to bed
when they know they should.
Non-stop talking
while dad's watching telly,
splashing the walls
with ice-cream and jelly.
Chocolate stains
on their Sunday best,
painting funny pictures
on granddad's vest.
Why do parents' voices
echo from afar
Oh! what a joy
little children are?

23. PARANOIA
Footsteps.
Drawing ever closer.
Increasingly louder.
I stop.
Wait.
Intake of breath.
Look around.
No one.
Just blackness.
I walk faster.
Heart pounding.
Silence.
Then.......
Footsteps louder.
Closer.
Glimpse of long hair.
Ring in nose.
Leather coat.
Paranoid mode.
' Dropped yer wallet mate?'
' Oh! Thanks

24. The Fly on the Wall
The fly watched in anticipation as arch-detective
Lionel Broadsword gathered the four suspects into the
drawing room.
It may seem odd that a fly could have the perception
to take in the proceedings, but this was no ordinary
fly. It was in fact a reincarnation of Sir Godfrey
Mayfield, recently deceased with the help of one of
four suspects who were seated in the drawing room at
the request of the aforementioned Broadsword.
Broadsword stood with two fingers in a double-
breasted waistcoat. Leaning against a stone fireplace
he turned to smartly dressed women in her thirties.
The fly settled on a vase to watch.
"Now Lady Mayfield I believe your marriage with Sir
Godfrey was not all that it appeared, in fact you would
have left if it hadn't meant that you would be
disinherited." He paused as he stroked a long thin
moustache. "I also know that you had taken on a
lover, a Mr Bert Higginbottom and it seems you were
being pressured to leave Sir Godfrey."
The fly took off and landed on the light.

25. “You bitch you two-timing bitch," he raged. "How long
has this been going on Maud?"
No-one heard.
"Now sir," Broadsword said directing to a casually
dressed young man, "Richard Marcus, well respected
family man, Sir Godfrey's favourite nephew and a
compulsive gambler."
Richard Marcus opened his mouth to speak but the
detective put his hand up to silence him and
continued.
"Your uncle lent you thousands of pounds only to see
it fluttered away at the race-track. The last straw was
when a horse that you said would walk it, did. Your
uncle threatened to cut you out of his will unless you
sought help.
No-one heard.
Detective Broadsword took a long pipe from his top
pocket.
Taking a tin from inside his coat he carefully pressed
a quantity of tobacco into the bowl.
"Jack Barclay." he said as he lit the pipe with silver
lighter. Jack Barclay a be-speckled man in his late
fifties looked up as Broadsword spoke.
"Here we have the good old family lawyer, business
partner and most importantly an embezzler."
Broadsword puffed on his pipe blowing rings of smoke
into the atmosphere.
The fly coughed. No-one heard.

26. "Sir Godfrey knew there were some discrepancies in
the business and was about to launch an
investigation. Even though you were not named in the
will the business would pass to you in the event of Sir
Godfrey's death. That is of course if your thieving was
not found out."
"I never trusted you, you cad." shouted the fly landing
on a curtain.
No-one heard.
The last person to face Lionel Broadsword's remarks
was a good looking woman in her twenties.
"Mary Ryan, adviser to Sir Godfrey on antiques and
part-time lover. In the past you sold several items to
him which was not genuine. The last of these being a
pair of pistols, one being a fake, and it was in fact one
of these pistols that was used to commit this dastardly
deed."
"I did know that, I was there." The fly bellowed as he
landed on in a sugar bowl.
No-one heard.
Broadsword picked up a pile of papers that were on a
coffee table.
"I have here," he spoke in a stern voice, his eyes
piercing into the four suspects, "I have here evidence
that will put one of you away for a very long time
"Come on, stop wasting time." Shouted the fly...
No-one heard.
The detective rolled the papers into a tube. He

27. addressed each of the suspects in turn, pointing and
then hitting an open hand as he did.
"I don't know if it was fate or conspiracy that brought
one or more of you together on that fateful night, but
you all had motive and opportunity, Lady Mayfield
adulterous," slap, "Richard Marcus compulsive
gambler, " slap, "Jack Barclay embezzler," slap, "and
finally Mary Ryan fraudster," slap. I have now proof
that the killer is," he raised his arm to point.
"Yes, yes" The fly screamed as he settled on a wall...
No-one heard.
"The killer is........BLAST that dammed fly."
SPLATT!!!!
The fly never heard.

28. Dicing With Death
It was a cold and frosty night when Death knocked on my door. He
stood eight feet tall, dressed in a ragged black cape that dragged
across my lounge carpet. He silently lifted a bony finger and
pointed. Decaying skin hung on a body of bones as he scraped
along the cold floor of a long dimly-lit hallway. Lanterns swung as
rain swept down and the wind howled. He took my hand and I felt
bits of skin flaking off as we walked. He led me up a flight of steps,
and I found myself looking around a rotting sailing ship. Masts lay
broken on a dusty deck. I heard wailing coming from below. A high-
pitched squeal caused me to turn. In a dark corner two rats were
fighting over the remains of a flea-infested dog. Death looked at me
through eyes that were black sockets in a blooded skull. He
reached into his cape and brought out a set of poker dice.
"Play for life."
He spoke in an unemotional whisper. I knew what I had to do.
Gambling had been my life's work, not always as a winner, but in
desperate times I was taught new skills which turned me into a
winner. So what better way to end it than to dice with Death? I
raised an open hand.
"Best of five?" I asked trying to avoid his stare.
Death nodded approval, shredding more skin from his almost
skinless head. I was in no hurry so I took my time to throw the dice.
I knew I was good. In my line of work you do not lose. My only
worry was Death knew how I made my money.
I beat Death's first throw of two pair with a full house. The second
and third throw Death easily beat my pair and short straight. I won
the fourth with another full house. My fate would be decided on the
last throw. By now I was shaking with fear. I still could not tell what
Death was thinking. I was sweating as he handed me the dice for
the last time. Death had just thrown four kings and an ace. If I was
going to do something it had to be now. I slowly put my hand into
my jacket pocket and brought out a handkerchief. As I mopped my
brow I looked up at Death.
"The deal is I go free if I win?" I asked feeling a little easier. I had
found the answer.
"Yes," he answered blankly, 'and if you lose we sail for the land of
no return."
He pointed a loose finger at a misty horizon. For the first time I

29. thought I saw an emotion appear on his face. A hint of a smile. I
suddenly realized what Death was doing. He did not need to play
this game. He just wanted to see how much I wanted to live and
whether I was able to use my skills to save myself. My wife had left
me and I had hit rock bottom, so this was just a test. Death had
taken me to his door and I did not want to enter.
As I threw the dice I knew I had won.
I was back in my penthouse suite sitting in a leather-bound
armchair, a glass of malt whiskey in my hand. The remaining bottle
stood on a small coffee table close by along with a quantity of
sleeping pills. I picked up the bottle and went over to the drinks bar.
As I was replacing the bottle something caught my eye by the door.
I bent down and picked up a small piece of rag with mouldy skin
attached to it.
It wasn't a dream after all, I thought. I sat back down in my chair. I
reached inside my jacket and took out my dice. My special die.
As I threw, each die rolled to show an ace...
"Never fails." I laughed.

30. Deirdre Blues
Oh Deirdre, Oh Deirdre
what words can I say
to express how I feel
when you are far away.
But Deirdre when you are close to me
and I think of the things you do
my whole body starts to shake
and that's when I feel blue.
The sight of your gargoyle face
and the words that spit from your mouth
makes me break out in a cold, cold sweat
and I wish I was far south.
Oh Deirdre, it has to be said
the taste of your cooking makes me ill.
Your under-cooked roast are really vile,
as for your soup, well it's pig swill.
Your gas-like breath sends me to sleep.
Your toxic nagging drives me to drink.
I don't know how much more I can stand
Oh Deirdre I'm dangling on the brink.
But Oh Deirdre when I'm feeling low
I think of the reason I married you.
Your fortune will be mine if you die.
So Deirdre, my darling, please do SOON.

31. Albert
In memory of Albert,
the Domino King.
a plaque was placed
above his seat:-
"In six and seventy years
not one night did he miss,
so let's not forget Albert
the Domino King.
In memory of Albert
a wake was held.
A free drink served
to all who came.
Glasses were raised,
a toast proposed.
"Lets not forget Albert
the Domino King.
It is often said that
if you sit under that plaque
you will feel a cold chill
run down your spine.
For it is a ghost watching you.
To ensure you don't forget Albert
the Domino King.

32. CRITICS
Blow My Own Trumpet?
No. But When The Batons Out
The Orchestra Plays.
WRITERS BLOCK
Blank sheet. Empty head.
Ideas not forthcoming.
Wastepaper bin full.
WHEELER DEALER
He buys and sells all
But says no to Satan 'caus
His soul is nailed down.
C'EST LA VIE
Like a winters night
Death often arrives too soon
And lasts far too long.
A GOOD BOOK
A good book unlike
A vintage wine is consumed
Over and over.
THE FOX
The fox escapes hounds
Only to kill a chicken
The following day.

33. A Nightguard's Life
Autumn leaves that crinkle underfoot
The misty sky at night
The gale force winds
The thunderstorms
Such is a nightguard's life
Winter snow three feet deep
Working on Xmas night
The icy paths
The double thick coats
Such is a nightguard's life
Spring birds singing a mating call
Owls that hoot at night
Flowers blooming
Gardens of colour
Such is a nightguard's life.
Summer evenings bright and clear
Patrols in short sleeves at night
Cheese salad meal
Unofficial cold beer
Such is a nightguard's life.

34. I Love My Plants
Linda loved her plants. She also loved talking to them
and reading from her favourite novels. She selected
four from a bookcase and placed them on a coffee
table.
"Now my darlings," She said addressing three tall
plants, "I'm sure you will enjoy these, my husband,
Don liked me to read to him, well at least I am sure he
did when he was here. I was saying to Donna the
other day as to how he used to curse his luck when
he was called to a meeting, or a friend phoned with a
family crisis on my book reading nights. He offered to
put them off but I told him he had to go, the reading
could be done another night. He wasn't at home much
you know. Although he did seem to spend a lot of his
time in the bar down the street, or on the golf course.
I don't know where he is now, just never came home
one night, not heard from him since, but you'll always
be here won't you? I mean, it's not as if you can walk
is it, ha, ha, Now my lovelies, which book would you
like? We have Gone With The Wind, Wuthering
Heights or Jane Eyre, have we had that one? Never
mind I'm sure you would love hearing it again. Now
there is also this one I've not read to you before, War
and Peace, that will keep us going for a few nights. I'll
tell you what darlings, I'll just go and make a coffee
and when I come back, you can tell me which one
you'd like me to read to you."
Linda got up out of her chair and went into the
kitchen. A few minutes later she returned with a mug
of coffee and a plate of biscuits.
"Now my darlings.... my lovelies?" She stopped and
dropped the coffee and biscuits.
What faced her was an open door and a trail of
leaves.

35. Mother
When all alone, quiet, and lost in thought,
I see again the times when I was young.
I smile for attention I often sought,
Knowing if I was sad then you would come.
You would dry the teardrops that then would flow
Be my bedside nurse on a restless night.
A soothing word and I'd forget my woe,
Consoled that you were not far from my sight.
Your wrath confused me when I misbehaved,
Never believing I was ever wrong.
But now I see love through your stormy rage,
With your wise words I have grown Oh so strong.
So when I think of you, Mother and friend,
All regrets are over, all sorrows end.