July 27, 2013

 

 

Alas, lass, it came to pass

I said ‘no good could there be’,

when you fled down the path

of no return, in order to marry he.

 

Barely out of school were you at the

time, with fairy tales in your head,

and not prepared to listen to sense

before you entered his bed.

 

Alas, lass, it came to pass

No point saying ‘I told you so.

For you went down the path that I took,

so many, many years ago!

 

 

July 22, 2013

 

 

The ship that sailed on that yon sea

was built for neither you nor me

With waves so high and sharks that peep

no calm was there, just lack of sleep.

 

The ship that sits near drier land

is now our kingdom to command.

With blue skies high, where salmon leap

and peace of mind is ours to keep.

 

 

 

 

They stand as one, yet in a pair,

joined at the hip through years of care.

 

They talk as one, and tales compare,

of bygone days and wisdom share.

 

They sleep as one, yet in two beds,

now bodily functions wreck their heads.

 

They see as one, now eyes are dim,

both he for her and her for him.

 

They die as one, life’s not worthwhile,

without the other at whom to smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So starved of

help of any kind

that her whole body

aches for sleep and

peace of mind.

No long term contact

required, just a friendly

cuppa, away from the daily

grind, until the family reappear

and she carries on resigned.

 

 

 

 

So starved of

touchy-feely love

that his whole body

aches for womanly

charms.

No long term contact

required, just a friendly

massage by experienced

palms, until stress disappears

and the body calms.

 

 

July 15, 2013

 

 

They will go and you

know they should

Evolution being healthy

for the blood.

They will return

if given wings to fly

All journeys then a

a temporary goodbye.

 

 

 

 

 

Panic not son;

The water is not so deep

that you will drown

A mere trickle will land

on your forehead during

the performing of the

ritual and then you will

become one of us and

saved from the devil and

the Loch Ness monster.

 

 

 

June 27, 2013

 

 

Just remembering Acdo and Rinso,

and also Omo and Tide, takes me back

to those Mondays at Grandma’s, when

she ironed all her washing with pride.

 

 

 

 

 

I love, therefore

I am alive.

I will still love

tomorrow when you

are gone from my side,

but I will mourn your loss,

and yet through despair,

somehow survive.

 

 

June 20, 2013

 

 

It’s Friday again, the day we

would go to the market and

then onto lunch in a nearby

village.  You would play for

time and stretch the day out

as much as possible.

It broke my heart to watch

you walk up your path at the

end of the afternoon.

You could never understand

how I needed an hour to myself

before the family came flooding

back in through the door.

Come Monday, I knew the

first call of the day would be

from you, quite often saying

‘Get over here NOW, I haven’t

seen a bloody soul all weekend’.

 

What I’d give to be able to spend

a whole Friday with you now!

 

 

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