September 3, 2013

 

 

I never knew how much you loved me.

I thought you’d left to get away.

I never knew that when you went

to your post box, that finding no

mail from me, caused you dismay.

 

I thought that after the initial separation,

you’d find a new life, which would run

parallel, to the one you had left me to

cope with, here in the house, in which

we were both supposed to dwell.

 

It was a time when communications

were long winded –

a letter taking well over a week,

and a desert storm had started brewing,

hence, others charms I thought you’d seek.

 

If I’d realised how much you were missing me,

my undying love to you I would have given.

If I’d known how much you’d needed me,

through a sandstorm, I would have driven.

 

What fools, to assume we were finished,

by listening to words never said.

And in so doing, coming to the wrong

conclusions –

What years we wasted, going out of our head!

 

 

 

September 1, 2013

 

 

It was Uncle Arthur’s

final bit on the side

that caused his marriage

to wobble and slide.

 

It didn’t help at all

that Aunt Ramona,

for most of her life,

had always known her.

 

They rode bikes together

as school girl chums,

and giggled in class,

and cheated at sums.

 

Little did she dream

that seventy years on,

Arthur would meet Alice,

who’s memory had gone.

 

They were in the same Care Home

sitting side by side,

holding hands across their chairs,

with Arthur’s marriage on the slide.

 

For long suffering Aunt Ramona,

this was the last of many

of Arthur’s wild philandering –

He now even called her ‘Jenny’!

 

‘The silly fool’ she thought

as she sat all alone

on the front seat of the bus –

Arthur’s ways, she couldn’t condone.

 

In a freezing, mucky bus shelter

she’d waited twice a week,

to visit Arthur and her school chum

sitting cosily cheek to cheek!

 

But with her own health now fading,

there no longer seemed the need,

to visit Arthur any longer,

though inside her heart did bleed.

 

 

 

 

August 27, 2013

 

 

Two halves in perfect harmony,

each giving of the other.

Yet, one is clearly undermined,

through control of another.

 

Two halves in equal symmetry,

each a copy of the other

Yet, one is bruised and battered

through bullying from a brother

 

Two halves existing side by side,

complete as Father and Mother.

Yet one accepts being over ruled

to pacify the other.

 

Two halves apart in separate worlds,

each respectful of the other.

Yet, keeping a workable distance

so as not, each other, to smother.

 

 

August 22, 2013

 

 

Pixie perked up when

the rent man was due.

He came every Tuesday

on the dot at two.

 

At two fifteen, he was

nowhere to be seen.

Her payment complete

he’d vanished from the scene.

 

On Wednesday she changed pace

when the gas man knocked,

as Dora from next door,

his van, had clocked.

 

Knowing she was being timed

only added to her stress,

so she paid him in the hall,

in full – well, more or less.

 

Friday was her busy night

Two both came together-

The Pools man and the Milkman –

the dog she had to tether.

 

Saturday she rested,

her bills all paid in full.

She welcomed hubby home

from his trip to Istanbul.

 

 

 

 

There’s something up

the chimney, Dad.

The dog has tried

to sniff it out.

 

He’s been going

mad all day, Dad.

I gave him

such a clout.

 

The soot has ruined

the carpet, Dad.

I had to throw

It out.

 

I raked the ashes

and cinders, Dad,

and frankly,

I found nowt.

 

The only way to

quieten the dog, Dad,

was to give him

your bottled stout!

 

There’s something up

the chimney, Dad.

Until it’s found,

I’m not about.

 

I’m off to stay

with Wilfred, Dad,

until it’s

sorted out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 9, 2013

 

 

In this uncertain world

of ‘I supposes’

Where cardboard cut-outs

pass as roses

Hence no scented fragrance

getting up ones noses

For a water shortage

means a ban on hoses

And granddad, knackered,

sits there and dozes

Whilst the dog by his side

snugly cosies

In this cost-free garden

of daisy posies.

 

 

August 7, 2013

 

 

Oh Mother

of brother and sister of mine

Remember me in the middle

who the others outshine.

 

Oh Mother

of brother and sister of mine

Show me some affection

so I know I am thine.

 

 

August 2, 2013

 

 

Is not reality

but a sobering thought

when far too late in life

partners become dear

When the memory holds fast

the past – crystal clear,

whilst today, from the mind,

disappears.

 

Why is happiness

so short lived

when it takes a lifetime to bind?

Why does a young head

on old shoulders still sit

when vital tools are now

so hard to find?

 

 

 

 

 

Pushing the parameters

Meeting crazy deadlines

Dealing with incompetents

causing deep frown lines.

 

Loading up the data

with back-up, just in case

Working long into the night

to see dawns enlightened face.

 

Like a hamster on a treadmill

Never putting on the brakes

Hell bent on succeeding

at whatever price it takes.

 

 

 

 

 

Searched for

Yearned for

That tempting ghost

 

Nagged for

Begged for

That ultimate most

 

Worked for

Fought for

That freedom coast

 

Prayed for

Paid for

That finishing post.

 

 

 

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