My mother left home when I was ten
I often think back to then
She ran away for a fresh start
Leaving us kids with a broken heart
The days slowed down, but I don’t recall
Anything else that summer at all
Except oft smelling, in tearful lament
A dress, because, it held her scent
Grieve as you must for those loved and lost
Broken relationships will all have a cost
Each day may heal by some small degree
But time cannot mend what wasn’t to be.
When did she lose that sunny smile
It’s not been there for quite a while
It was there each and every day
Bright and cheerful at work and play
It used to make my own heart soar
The luckiest chap I knew for sure
I could forget my former life
With such a person as my wife
My love has grown with every dawn
A giant oak from a small acorn
I make a point to tell her so
It is important for her to know
Her faults are small and fewer than mine
But need pointing out, if she is to be fine
By making a few imperceptible tweaks
She could enhance those rosy cheeks
In that way she would then be perfect
But telling her so has the wrong effect
She rails against each gentle hint
With dulling eyes that have no glint
Oh why can she not take some note
Instead of becoming more remote
And smile for me as she did before
Alas, it makes my poor heart so sore.
I am me and you are you
Together we are more than two.
One’s fortune, be it good or bad
Lies in the future happy or sad
But the type of luck you actually get
By fate itself isn’t always set
Personal greed and mean self-thought
Can often bring a reward of nought
But do some good, as along you go
Then in the end some profit may show
For fellow travellers will mostly see
A different view to you and me
Other lives shaped by a different past
Do not judge, its not yours to cast
Unique roads bring you both just here
Now part of the journey you may share
Think which paths you might choose
If made to walk a mile in their shoes
A nod, a wink, some succour lend
Before your tracks break round the bend
Then later, if falling by the way
‘Let me help’, a stranger may say.
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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