December 31, 2012

 

 

There’s a ghost in the bedroom,

who moves about at half past seven.

He’s even been known to creep around,

as late as ten to eleven.

 

The reason I say ‘he’, is because

my man insists on calling him Fred.

But I am more inclined to think,

the ghost a ‘she’ instead.

 

The footsteps often vary as

he goes on different walks,

sending shivers down our spine,

and eyes wide open, out on stalks.

 

We think the ghost quite harmless,

and feel protected by it’s care,

But in truth, I think we both feel,

that we wish,  it wasn’t there!

 

 

 

December 21, 2012

 

 

I was coping very well with early Advent,

until, at dusk, I went outside to add some

festive plants to the window box, and heard

the hauntingly melodic tones of ‘Silent Night’

coming from the nearby chapel, and I was gone!

Memories of you came flooding back, and the

agony of losing you, lives on!

 

 

 

December 15, 2012

 

 

I wonder if she made it through,

that child of mine, that in me grew.

I wonder if she ever knew,

a better life, with skies of blue.

 

 

December 3, 2012

 

 

After the matriarchs have all died off,

and the rebellion we felt disappears,

all too late, their guiding hands we miss,

as past attitudes leave us in tears.

 

 

November 28, 2012

 

 

She only gave me a massage dear!

My bones were in need of a rub.

It’s included in the ‘1st Class’ service,

but I didn’t join the ‘mile high’ club.

 

 

 

 

 

Whilst fiddling with his twiddly bits,

he came across a lump.

He asked his wife to have a feel, and

when she did, it made him jump.

‘Best get it checked out right away’

she urged with great concern, ‘as Uncle

Barney died of that, so hard lessons

we must learn’.

 

 

 

 

 

I’m truly listening, even though I’m

not looking at you, so please carry

on with your story. I’ve probably heard

it before, or at least a hundred versions

of it, but please, do continue, you have

my undivided attention, honestly.

 

 

November 27, 2012

 

 

Never knock the marriage that has

worked for them, for in sitting silently

they’ve discovered harmony and pride,

and are on course for the long term ride.

 

 

November 23, 2012

 

 

In a moment of rashness,

she touched a nerve,

and landed a cruel blow,

he didn’t deserve.

 

 

November 21, 2012

 

 

The art of ‘keeping it together’,

when those around them are

falling apart, is an attribute of

a mother, that makes mothers

so very smart.

 

 

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