Morning duty

The grey rain splashes words
Wiped clear each swiping moment,
Rhythmic tender stroking slide,
Squeaking clean, life taken once
Per stride,  and still the nonsense spins
Around, deep inside where up is down,
Your loving smile and gentle touch, enough
To keep the demons down,  and still they
Spin, and spit they’re rage, at dancing lonely
On internal stage, ‘stead laughing gaily as
Once were free, now trapped inside the
Stories, three strong and healthy happy we,
With love, and care, compassion, free
To wend our own private story together,
The love we feel, our own happy forever,
And still the mishcevious glint in eye,
When all we want is right nearby,  yet still
We dance, and sing, and ache, without the
Caution of age’s sake, for ever we are in
Between our own, our love, our life, our family,
Our home.

Wake up call

Early morning, crust just washed
Away, a bright start to a new day, the
Wet reminder of dog sick-soaked sock,
In the wash now, kitchen floor wet with
Night-time’s urgency, still it’s early, barely
Dawn, born of sleep, the groggy self still
Cracking open rough eyes, brain slow,
Molasses in July, still bright and shiny,
Kicking into high gear, then you, just awake,
Brighter eyed for years younger, smiling,
A hug and smile, warmth and love doled
Out, shuffling off to your own morning
Routine, then back to the semi-darkened room,
Slumbering beauty waiting for more cuddles
Kisses, all trailing me to the car, to work,
Happy voices, promises made, no more
Flashing anger to foggy dream, another
Warm hug and light kiss, dreaming my
Way to work, through morning traffic,
Parking with a smile, and only one wish
In my heart, that the happiness continues,
And that all should be as happy, continually,
I laugh while logging in, so much joy to be had,
Just another wonderful morning, life
Filled with love, warmth, and laughter,
It just doesn’t get better than this, does
It?

day gone

Another day slips below the
Horizon, kissing the night sky
Until all that is left is bruised
Black, the colour of sleep, yet
Still I keep, still, to me a dream
Of yet another moment stolen, dream
Taken, seized, from the jaws of defeat,
Still I wait, for that moment of true silence,
Ears ringing in the end of all sound,
Soon to be silent world, mockingly
Exhausted, yet still not tired, driven,
Yet not driven away, still, yet not still
The same, still different, the same difference,
Circles meeting in concentric constants,
The spiral dish of daily life, spinning ever
More, back to the centre, sinkhole where
My self lives and breathes, constantly run
Yet not run at all, independent, still standing,
Each deeply ragged, aching eyes, wondering,
Still not the same. Why so tired, when
Everything is within grasp. Why so tired
When all that life requires is one day to
The next. Still tired, and as tired,
Still.

I still miss

image

Your life-giving smile,
Wrapped up in a world
Of do’s and don’t’s, where
Even the strongest break
Down, you were our anchor,
Our backbone against the bend
Of seemingly unbearable weight,
The one, energy flowing, glowing out
Wards, given to one and all, the same
No matter what the cost was, you
Stayed true to who you were
Your beautiful soul a beacon,
Able to change others by seeing them,
Treating them, as they wished they were, deep
Down amongst their own demons of fear,
Their deepest self felt the warmth of your
Love and compassion, and surged instantly
Bursting into the light of day, more
Magical than any rabbit out of hat,
Your ability to change people by making
Them come out of their shell, as chrysalis
Becomes butterfly, so your magic touch,
Gentle smile filled with a love that never
Waned, nor wavered, nor weakened,
Brought out the person they wished they were,
Beautiful souls would unfold, just as you
Knew they would, just by being around them,
For you loved them, just as you loved all,
And they loved you for the beauty you
Reminded was inside, always there,
You, stronger than any love they had ever
Felt, filling them with love and compassion
Until all they could do was be born as the
Beauty you saw in them. That magic, a greater
Power than I have ever witnessed, love,
Pure, beaming from your every pore, flowing
From you out to everyone you came into
Contact, that was your super power, yet
So simple, pure, you, through and through
The strongest human being I have ever met,
And yet so soft, gentle, loving, kind,
Giving all of yourself without consideration
Of cost, always looking to help others,
You, showing me by your being, how life affirming
Love, true, unadulterated, pure compassion
Could change the world one person at a time,
An embodiment of all that is beautiful in life, still
You reach out to all of those blessed by Your beautiful soul, our hearts over flowing,
Filling our lives with the warmth of your
Fierce compassionate life affirming love,
We will always miss you, the strongest soul
I have ever met.

The world needs more of you.
Continue reading I still miss

tales for adults, told by kids pretending to be adults, for adults pretending to be kids