Stuck in My Head
Make music
Stay in tune
As You are.
Two
Always making room
One
For the other.
Burst into song
The days short
The evenings long
While hours away
Heartbeats entwined
Living in time
To each other
Write me a song
Whose lyrics tell of years
Sung to the cheers
Of appreciating gazes
Of understanding glances
Of little joyful dances
A wedding song….
You wonder what you want, What you desire, To what you aspire. You ask what you will need, To leave the vacuum That you assume Why not Take stock Of what you’ve got Of what is here, now for the taking? Look around you To see those who Are not faking. Who need no reminding, Who are still finding, In you, Enough.
You Why do you who, Makes flowers grow from words Why do you who, Shapes graceful gardens in paragraphs Why do you whose, majestic rivers of rhyme Flow, Just so Why do you, landscaper of ideas, hold on To your feelings, and fears As the breeze blows in on the air So we grow from worries shared To free your mind from many cares Let go of your balloon of fears, And watch it as they disappear, Dispersing dandelion clocks Tied up in knots inside and locked, From outside wisdom closed and blocked, Your worries start to take control They take up space they growl they grow. So open up and let them go And no more seeds of sadness sew To grow into weeds of your anxieties. Instead, favored with air fair weather Light as a feather Cut free You will blossom As yours is genius beauty and creativity.
Do small things with great love Is the key to this philosophy Using kindness and generosity To dedicate efforts consistently To smoothing our way every day In each small action Not token shows of affection Countless small gestures Demonstrate the measure Of a gracious love to treasure Before yourself put others Is the motto of our mothers Finely attuned and attentive Needing no other incentive To better the world where we live.
Four am. Awake. Question time. Questions playing on my mind. Will it get easier? If so, why? How? When? If not now why then? Missing you. It's what I do best. It's become my quest. A difficult habit to quit. I won't get used to it. If you and I have split, Why am I torn in two, At the four am thought of you? How can I forget. You plus I makes one? Even if you are gone. All that binds us together. Makes leaving wrenching apart. Tearing at my heart. Begging the question why. Because it's question time. You are on two tracks In the train bound for Spain While I bed bound cannot refrain From a one track groove in my mind For You you and you is all I find Your face your smile your ways All the things I won't see for days... What to do, I can't think of anyone But you..
With all of the vocabulary In French or English dictionaries It's hard to find the lexical key To talk about our group of three How can a phrase or paragraph Describe the times that we have laughed, That we have danced and gone off script That we have twirled, or jumped or skipped The moments when we broke the rules With meals on sofas after school The rainy days you stayed inside And dressed like little princess brides The stories shared upon my knees The many menus from our deep freeze The secrets stored and then revealed The veggies left after your meals The homework finished in a huff Revision time never enough The songs performed, guitar and drum Making me a prouder mum. Friends to stay here over night Thus diluting the sibling fights Clothes to choose, new bags new shoes Some questions over whose are whose All these moments that we share Are answering all of my prayers A life of love and fun to nurture I have found and need not search for.
If there is a vitamin For everything You are the vitamin, to make my heart sing But give me the one For the end of the song An extra strong one Now that you have gone Find me a cure For my heart which is sore Since you showed me the door Though of this I am sure You are my vitamins a b and c You are the one to heal me.
I don't want roses, Or any other posies, I just want you. I don't want tulips, Just your two lips, On my two. I don't want daisies, Just you, all amazing, Six foot of you. No, I don't want any flowers, But lots more stolen hours, Just me and you.
If in any way I could press a switch And get my wish I would want other days Like the one just past I would want to make Certain moments last The moment I turned the corner And saw you there In the sun's glare The moment I got back And I was not alone The house was full of you So It was a home. If I could just stick me to you With a kind of magic glue To make more moments for us two. But you will set sail Leaving me here My courage will fail When you are not near. You are a poem A work of art to me You are smoky swirling colours On a priceless tapestry You are a mystery Impossible to unravel But essential to me You are everything all in one All that is hot All that is cold All that is young in me All that is old All that will capture me All that will set me free