April 7, 2012

 

 

Her love had troubles many

Which clouded his judgement

And tormented his worried mind.

But, as soul mates, they battled through

With arms entwined.

 

 

 

 

You must tell him to stop

Coming here after work.

He heads straight upstairs

To do big jobs on our toilet

And keeps blocking it up.

It’s not the ‘done thing’ you know!

Ee, whatever do you see in him?

You could do much better.

Your Dad’s not keen either.

Last week when he came

He left muddy footprints

All over our new hall carpet and

I only just managed to clean it up

Before Auntie Edith arrived –

And you know how fussy she is!

 

 

April 6, 2012

 

 

I wasn’t asleep, honestly, I wasn’t

I was merely snoozing, just having forty winks

Taking a nap

Nodding off momentarily

After a few drinks

 

I wasn’t snoring, honestly, I wasn’t

I was deeply sighing whilst taking long blinks

Having a breather

Drifting off therapeutically

Chasing the sphinx

 

 

April 5, 2012

 

 

I never got in touch Mum

I should have done, I know

Time melted into years

And cold winds, they did blow

 

I never got to know you

I got on with my life

And now I have become

A mother and a wife

 

I never meant to hurt you

Though you hurt me so much

We’re as silly as each other

For we neither got in touch

 

I never did forget you

But it was hard to forgive!

Old wounds fester slowly

And it’s a fast life that we live

 

I never can repay you

For my life turned out Ok

The choice you made was for the best?

Let’s just look at it that way

 

 

March 29, 2012

 

 

 Until they’ve gone

You never know

The hold they had

On you, and it’s

True we do turn

Into them

How time, so fast, she flew

 

 

 

 

 

Set him free to

Explore the vastness

Give him time to

Discover who he is

Snip the umbilical cord

And pray

 

 

March 20, 2012

 

She’s gone to Curlybobs for a blow up

Grandad said when I rang today.

So I said that I’d call her back later,

Well, really – what more could I say?

 

 

 

When emotions are running high,

And logic has gone out of the window.

When all sense of hope is gone

And life is but a faint glow.

 

When all we can do is take stock

And somehow try to get through.

We still can manage a smile

And even a joke or two!

 

Try to keep each day normal,

Said some very meaningful friend.

Try to just love each other,

Until life’s sweet, bitter end.

 

When emotions are still running high

And each day sees a new destination,

With yet another hill to climb

All that’s left is determination.

 

Then finally, acceptance sets in.

And we’re in the cul-de-sac of  ‘No Hope’,

We wander in utter disbelief

No more straws are there now left to grope.

 

It’s now that we feel reflective,

And relive in our minds the good times.

As we gaze up at the old church clock,

As on the hour, he once again chimes.

 

That was it then, that was OUR book

And what a good read it made.

For one thing I’m ever grateful

We never lived life in the shade.

 

 

 

 

Bloomin’ men

With their oversized ego’s

Who’d have them?

Who’d feed them?

Who’d need them?

Give me a dog any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their untidy ways

Who’d want them?

Who’d keep them?

Who’d kiss them?

Give me a cat any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their bits and bobs

So demanding

So childlike

So frustrating

Give me some chocolate any day

 

Bloomin’ men

With their horrible habits

So idle

So helpless

So endearing

Give me mine back any day

 

 

 

 

It really was quite ridiculous,

A sort of summer madness indeed.

It started with idle chatter,

But oh, how her eyes did plead.

 

He knew he was onto a good thing

And never even stopped to think,

Where in the end this would all lead

A thirsty dog never refuses a drink!

 

Before he knew it, he was in too deep.

Oh, what a mess it had all become.

He didn’t know which way to turn

When she said she was to become a mum!

 

He didn’t need this aggravation

And was the child really his own?

His children were now all grown up

And from the nest, they’d recently flown.

 

His wife, she would go quite mental.

He contemplated suicide.

His car might have been a love-boat

But he now surfed a very high tide.

 

How could it all have happened?

How could he have been so weak?

Everything in his life had been perfect,

And his career, it was at a peak.

 

It was a moment of insanity,

A very common human error.

He decided that night to tell his wife,

Though the thought of it filled him with terror.

 

 

 

 

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