That single point in time
Remember?
The one that defined us
Setting the course of our futures
If you could
Would you change it?
Might things have been better?
Or Just different?
If that particular sleeping dog
Was wakened
Tag Archives: Love
Giving
As steam from a kettle
And smoke from a pyre
Like a soldier in battle
Or a voice in a choir
A raindrop that falls
In an ocean so vast
Gives itself to the whole
Forgetting its past
Childbirth
Nine months gone, labour begun
Pain and panting through gritted teeth
Pushing, urging, willing, wanting
Baby from its muscled sheath
A boy, a girl, it doesn’t matter
But let it be healthy, ready for life
Bear down now, it’s nearly here
Comforting words, from the midwife
One more push, I can see the head
Arms and shoulders make their way through
Baby’s out, crying for mummy
Wait just a second, we’ll pass him to you
A magical moment, as mum takes the child
Wrapped in a blanket, content as can be
Mother and son begin a new journey
Held to the breast, lovingly
A Promise
I have often said that I love you
I do now and I always will
Like the air I breathed out when I said it
My love surrounds and touches you still
Our souls will be bonded for ever
Not tied by the beat of a heart
The love we have shared when together
Is stronger yet when further apart.
The Gone-child
Fresh 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.
Addition
I am me and you are you
Together we are more than two.
Self-worth
Pitiful obsequiousness
Craving, noticed even less
Some are easy souls to love
The kind I am not worthy of.
My Love For You
If my love had a weight, no scales could it measure
If my love had a sound, its notes songbirds would treasure
If my love were a scent, no rose could compare
If my love were a number, infinity despair
If my love had a colour, brightest rainbows would pale
If my love were like air, it would roar as a gale
If my love were a taste, it would be of your lips
If my love were a touch, it craves your fingertips
If my love had two wings, it would soar far above
And if my love were a mirror, please let it show love.
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