Hes all grown now
6 feet something
A bundle of energy
And dreams
Different
From the ones
I had dared to dream
But
Dreams they say
Are in the eyes of the beholder
And so I need
To see differently
To look beyond
My thoughts and dreams
To see
The colour and beauty
Of his dreams
Friday, February 25, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
For us
Somehow
It survived
Amongst the
Threadbare furniture
the never ending laundry
the surly tempers
the kitchen work
Between the unpaid bills
And empty bank accounts
Notwithstanding
broken dreams
angry voices
harsh words
……………
Across seven seas and back
Over the naysayers and those
Who laughed at the tears
And broken lives
Over 25 years of togetherness…………..Love survived…………
It survived
Amongst the
Threadbare furniture
the never ending laundry
the surly tempers
the kitchen work
Between the unpaid bills
And empty bank accounts
Notwithstanding
broken dreams
angry voices
harsh words
……………
Across seven seas and back
Over the naysayers and those
Who laughed at the tears
And broken lives
Over 25 years of togetherness…………..Love survived…………
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
A dream danced to life
She stared
at the anklets in her hands
The bells jingling gently
As if they dared not disturb
others dreams
More important than hers
Her hands held them
a little bewildered
She had forgotten
Why she bought them
For years they had lain
In a corner of the attic
Thrown there because
There was no space in the house
It was full of others lives and dreams
Alone at last
After all had left
she tried them on
And as they jingled
A little noisier now
A dream
Slowly danced to life
Just for a few minutes
And then was put away again
As she tended to others lives
So that they could live their dreams
at the anklets in her hands
The bells jingling gently
As if they dared not disturb
others dreams
More important than hers
Her hands held them
a little bewildered
She had forgotten
Why she bought them
For years they had lain
In a corner of the attic
Thrown there because
There was no space in the house
It was full of others lives and dreams
Alone at last
After all had left
she tried them on
And as they jingled
A little noisier now
A dream
Slowly danced to life
Just for a few minutes
And then was put away again
As she tended to others lives
So that they could live their dreams
Just maybe.............
Sometimes I see her
In a trice she’s gone
Just for a mintue
Was that not her?
In a melody
An old song
A new rhythm
A dance step
A vibrant colour
And then a pastel one
I blinked and she was gone
Did I imagine it?
Or was she there………
When and where
Did she get lost,,,,,,,,,
Was it
Amongst the laundry
The groceries
The dust sparkling through the air
Or did she she just cease to exist
Was it sudden
Or was it slowly
Day after day
Year after year
With each harsh word spoken
With each dream that broke
With the echo
Who asked you to dream?
Is she gone
Is she lost
I blinked
And suddenly
There she was again
A blaze of colour
a jingling of the anklet
maybe I can find her
maybe its not too late
just maybe…………
In a trice she’s gone
Just for a mintue
Was that not her?
In a melody
An old song
A new rhythm
A dance step
A vibrant colour
And then a pastel one
I blinked and she was gone
Did I imagine it?
Or was she there………
When and where
Did she get lost,,,,,,,,,
Was it
Amongst the laundry
The groceries
The dust sparkling through the air
Or did she she just cease to exist
Was it sudden
Or was it slowly
Day after day
Year after year
With each harsh word spoken
With each dream that broke
With the echo
Who asked you to dream?
Is she gone
Is she lost
I blinked
And suddenly
There she was again
A blaze of colour
a jingling of the anklet
maybe I can find her
maybe its not too late
just maybe…………
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