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November 19, 2012
He’s the cherry on my cupcake,
the lemon in my tea.
If only he knew how well off he’d be,
if he bothered to notice me.
The simplicity of the gesture,
so touching and out of the blue.
A feather came gently floating,
bringing a message from you to me.
Once again she found herself sinking
into that self indulgent swamp.
Where her guilty pleasure of wanton desire,
recalled glorious nights of romp.
Tis but a game and now
the match is spent.
The flame is but a flicker.
The loser pays the rent.
Incidentally,
I forgot to mention
– All will be well.
Go with my blessing child.
Carry my love in your heart.
We’ve all been to hell,
but the nightmare is over.
I promise you that from now on
– All will be well.
Like seashells on the beach,
people come in all shapes and sizes.
Each beautiful in different ways,
and full of hidden surprises.
They were on a different level,
caught up in a faster zone.
She had a full life with her husband,
just at the time Mum were left alone.
They were actively upwardly mobile
in the fast-track business flow,
just when life came crashing
down around them, and hit home
with a thunderous blow.
Choosing between the two of them,
both needing her in equal measure,
spilt her heart down the middle,
often causing them both displeasure.
It was a no-win situation that comes
with the wretched number ‘three’.
Being impossible to divide into two,
Oh, what misery three can be!
They lived in exile,
but took solace from
knowing their parameters,
and in many ways,
enjoyed a more settled,
fulfilling life.
Their love sure stood the test of time,
their loyalty never wavered.
Though enduring many an off beat crotchet,
they had a love that never quavered.
I passed your favourite tree today,
the one you always marvelled about.
You often wondered of its age,
and wisely knew it would see you out.