I.
The gentle and the unexpected
are what I need
to keep me in the here and now
if I can see you coming
I can leave before you arrive
when asked to jump
I do not honestly say
how high
I just start jumping until
you go away
don't walk down the street
waving banners
and singing songs
I will only close the door
if you want to greet me
simply arrive
II.
I'm doing my best
It is all I can do
Holding onto the thread
Knitting and weaving
in my own way
Someday's I feel connected
Others the beat is off and no
Matter how hard I try the
Rhythm is dissonant,
Disjointed and distant
Oh to be alone again
To slowdown and watch the
Sky as the clouds float by
To listen to the sweet
Melody of the birds as they cry
To sense time unfold
Upon itself into forever
Lost in this magical
Time and place
I am found
III.
It's hard to die
Sometimes we can miss the doorway
Medicalisation can hold us together
Long after we should have gone
It's hard to die
To know the moment
To allow ourselves to let go
To be let go of, gently
IV.
She lay in her bed
asking for daffodil's
the only word she expressed,
daffodil's
my Aunt left for the shops
came back and placed
the flowers by her bed
'daffodils'' she says again
my Aunt retells the story
to the nurse
She wants custard creams
says the nurse
tea and biscuits follow
and my Aunt places
a dunked custard cream
in her mouth
daffodils, she smiles
Sweet...
ReplyDeleteI like the combination of daffodils and biscuits ;)
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