October 24, 2012

 

 

 

Your Father’s very good,

he doesn’t give me any

trouble in that department.

In fact, he never even brings it up!

 

 

October 20, 2012

 

 

Sherbet dabs and liquorice,

and Uncle Joe’s mint balls.

Dandelion & Burdock and

Sarsaparilla from market stalls

 

Frozen Jubbly’s and Mivvi’s,

with ice cream in the middle.

Knickers down and over a grid,

they swung us for a piddle.

 

 

 

 

October 18, 2012

 

 

I visited her today, and was touched

by her engaging gentleness, her

request that I should hold her hand,

her look of love so approving that

said ‘I understand’

 

A passer by who seemed to know her,

said ‘Hello’ and asked who I might be.

She replied ‘I can’t remember his name,

but I know he’s a part of me’.

 

 

 

October 16, 2012

 

 

Come to me, my wayward minstrel.

Rest your head against my chest.

Refuel your tank and find your equilibrium,

and in some ‘home time’ invest.

 

 

 

 

 

He took early retirement

to spend time with his wife,

but discovered that she

had an established life.

 

 

 

October 7, 2012

 

 

She was simply

working her way

forward to the

moment when

permanent unity

would be the order

of the day, but

until then, her

suitcases weren’t

allowed to gather

dust, nor aching

heartstrings turn

to rust.  

 

 

 

September 29, 2012

 

 

When the day has been a non-starter,

and you feel like head butting a tree.

Just imagine coming home in the evening,

to juicy lamb chops and me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

By the time she hobbled along the

Champs Elysees she was far too

weary to appreciate it’s splendour.

It had been her lifelong wish to visit

Paris and here she was, lost in the

hullabaloo that is parisienne chaos.

Still looking stunning, but stubbornly

refusing a wheelchair, she clung to me

so tightly that her nails cut into my skin. 

Upon reaching the other side of the

boulevard she let go of my arm and

grabbing hold of a metal barrier, said,

‘Help me God, I never knew it was

like this, please help me’.

 

Some dreams are best left as dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

September 23, 2012

 

 

Channel your anger

by walking away.

Avoid a stroke and

live to see the next day.

 

 

 

 

 

It was superfluous to their needs,

a carbuncle coming to a head.

They needed to lance the boil

in order to forward tread.

 

 

 

 

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