One way or another

Drift on, life passing by,
making choices, 
your road to determine through thick & thin.
People coming & going,
affecting you, in small ways and big,
for a short time or long,
for one reason or another,
never knowing when you meet which it will be,
till they move on.


Drift on, life passing by,
actions taken, decisions made,
some minor with no consequence beyond that moment,
others momentus, life changing,
affecting not only you,
but all those around you too,
in one way or another,
sometimes not realising it has done so,
until it has happened.


Drift on, life passing by,
words said, conversations finished,
without thought, just rushed, no care,
no stopping to consider that what is said might hurt,
or hinder, 
affecting not only those around you,
but you too,
one way or another.
A word badly spoken, or not even said at all,
is known immediately & forever.

Hole in the middle

There's a hole in the middle,
where my heart should be.
Cos I gave it to someone,
who broke it for me.
And now it's in pieces,
and I can't get it back,
but I'm not sure I'd want it,
cos glue can't hide the cracks.

It's not really their fault,
it's in two parts,
they didn't ask me to love them,
or for me to offer my heart.
But it isn't mine either,
I certainly didn't plan to,
but I can't get away from,
this fact I now rue.

A bitter pill swallowed,
a lesson of life learned,
other peoples warnings seemed hollow,
now, I've got myself burned.
I could not have prevented,
and don't want to erase,
and next time I love someone,
it'll will be in all the same ways.

Loves not for being mean with,
or apportioning out,
you can't spend your life,
holding on to it, that's not what it's about.
Whether returned, or ignored,
love given is never misused,
there's just one thing that's guaranteed,
sometimes, it's miscued.

In my daughters memories.....

One day I hope my daughter remembers,
All the times I picked her up and kissed her better,

How I spent night after night sitting with her

Whilst she was ill,

That it was me she cried out to when she woke

In the night scared or thirsty,

That I gave up meals to make sure she was fed

When we had next to no money,

That my bed became hers too many times to count!

And that I was a very effective hot water bottle as well.

I hope she can think fondly

Of the times we spent sitting,

Cutting & sticking, painting or stringing beads,

Of the times we played “go fish”, or Ispy,

And of course she won,

I’d like to think that one day she’ll have a kind thought

For all the times we sat on a bus and watched the world,

Or when I sat in the hospital waiting for her to come

Around from surgery.

And of course, there's all the children TV she made me watch too!

One day I hope my daughter will forgive me,

For the times I pestered her to have a shower,

Or change her clothes,

Or stop reading in the dark,

Or eat some breakfast,

Or brush her hair....

But most of all,

One day, I hope my daughter will just remember just how much I love her.

Take some time.

A Whisper, a gentle breeze,

Calm, patient, slow and easy.

Time taken, not rushed or passed by,

Scenery watched and appreciated,

Friends and family met & enjoyed,

Things we should be doing,

But rarely do.

Set down those things which fill your head,

With thoughts possessing,

Or overwhelming,

And sit back, relax, and just for once,

Spend some precious moments,

Instead of brief, hectic, hurried

Later, regretted, ones.

Symptoms of winter

A blue sky,

Once held promise of sunny days.

Now it is cold and bleak.

A shadow of its past self.

Bare branches,

Where there used to be green,

Soft, moving in the breeze, leaves.

Empty, now long since fallen.

Solstice marked,

The mid-point of the high-summer heat,

Languorous days, heady, lazy days,

This time, shows half way through the dark.

Wind moving,

Used to feel warm and gentle,

Now cuts cold and sharp, like an insult,

Makes you shiver.

Thinking of you...

I had a spare moment and I thought of you,

I saw a flower in bloom and I thought of you,

I heard that same old tune and I thought of you,

I watched our favourite movie and my thoughts were of you.

I picked up that well-worn jumper, and couldn’t stop thinking of you,

As I walked down the road to our usual park bench,

All I could think of was you.

Someone walked past me wearing your scent,

And my heart filled with memories of you.

I walk round the room and I think of you,

I lay in the bed at night thinking of you,

I wait for the bus to work, standing, thinking of you,

All my waking thoughts, my love, are of you.

Wishful thinking

Once upon a time,

A little girl had a big dream,

She wished that all the flowers

In the world,

Could be gathered up,

Pressed,

And kept forever…

Their colours would stay,

Bright and true,

Their scent would be

As fresh as the day they were picked,

And she could look,

And remember,

That day forever…