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A Painful Conversation

2002_0903_026_23ac-69What?

Oh, it’s you, you’re back.

When did you go, it doesn’t seem long?

How long are you staying this time?

OK, I guess it’s not much of a welcome but…….

I know no-one else is complaining, but I’m not them.

They don’t have to put up with your moods.

Wouldn’t you rather be somewhere else?

Why do you always have to show up in the middle of the night?

I need to sleep, but you keep interrupting.

Yes, I’ve already taken a tablet.

Never mind, you just don’t understand; it’s all about you.

If you’re staying, I’m going to turn over and try to ignore you.

What?

A Gift

img_2949Come marvel and wonder at dawn’s early light

As boldly it brightens to banish the night

A new day that promises fresh chances and hope

To those still alive to share in its scope

 

For many may not see another new day

When this one is spent and the light goes away

So embrace with some passion each moment we share

Use the day prudently, live it with care.

Practise

dscf0773Life’s no rehearsal

That’s what they say

So enjoy life together

Each precious day

 

Share common pleasures

Work as a pair

Don’t waste a moment

Laugh without care

 

For soon it’ll be over

The time will have come

With no final chances

For any more fun

 

But know that you’re lucky

To hold someone dear

And don’t practise now

For when they’re not there.

Grown Old

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Look at my wrinkled hand

It wasn’t like that before

Why are my knees hurting so

When I get up to answer the door

 

Why do I feel so tired these days

I’ll be better when I’ve had a nap

Turn on the telly, if you please

But I bet it’s all going to be crap

 

What day is this and who are you

I don’t recognise anyone now

Childhood memories are crystal clear

But yesterday’s not there anyhow.

The Gone-child

rls_03-09-2002_0388Fresh talc and terry-towelling smell

Rhymes and stories longing to tell

Spotting that very first baby tooth

Eyes searching mine for some loving truth

 

Lighting one candle on the birthday cake

Leisurely walks around the park lake

Holding hands and showing I care

Talking of others, no longer here

 

Laughing at furrows on my ageing brow

Answering questions about why and how

Forbidden sweets shared when none can see

Just coming round for Sunday tea

 

Don’t ask which of these pleasures I miss the most

For none are matters about which I can boast

And, knowing these things might never be

I must miss them all, but secretly.