May 26, 2013

 

 

She dared to have some ‘me’ time

A bit of ‘fun and glee’ time

A ‘frolic around the tree’ time,

but was sure to be home by tea-time.

 

 

 

Soldier on the frontline, my thoughts

are with you night and day.

Soldier on the frontline,

for your safety I do pray.

Soldier on the frontline, sleeping

underneath a troubled moon.

Soldier on the frontline, you are

my world, please come home soon.

 

 

 

April 28, 2013

 

 

 

To know her was to behold

the beauty of simplicity.

She was an earth mother,

and natural nurturer.

She was a kind person who

bore no malice, and such joy

to be around, was dear old

aunty Alice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

She shuffled around the house with the

broom handle under her arm. She said

it was more reliable than a walking stick.

She loved going to funerals. She said

they were a refreshing change.

 

 

 

 

April 9, 2013

 

 

Let’s forgive and forget

and start anew,

and put behind us

what makes us feel blue.

 

Let’s look each other

once more in the eye,

without accusation or

further decry.

 

Let’s bond and have sex –

no better was there

when I came on the table,

with you in mid air!

 

Let’s at least try to recall

what we did back then

When you were young and virile,

with ink in your pen.

 

 

 

 

 

After her death I took possession

of her diaries. To be honest, very

little detail was written in them,

but on the ninth of July she had put

‘I found something out today!’

Whatever it was, she took to her

grave as she didn’t elaborate on it,

and her entries came to an abrupt end.

One can only assume she had

discovered that she no longer

liked keeping a diary! 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t set her off on that train of thought

Her memory goes back several centuries.

Wrong doings against her cannot be erased

She’d have folks put in penitentiaries!

 

 

 

 

 

The torment felt since childhood,

they kept locked within their heart.

For to reveal it now would only

blow their world apart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

She always said that some

jiggery-pokery went on there,

and that things weren’t as

they appeared, and whenever

she had to go passed that place,

she felt a shiver as she neared.

 

 

April 3, 2013

 

 

You may think it’s all over

and now in the past.

You hate him with a passion,

but that truly won’t last.

 

You could see him in hell

for his feckless ways.

You feel revengeful and hurt,

as, at his door, the blame lays.

 

But if you love him deep down,

then sit tight, for your sake.

Better the devil you know,

than some other old rake!

 

 

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