Small child, Thank you for showing me the world through your eyes For making it important to watch insects For giving me many excuses to inspect Berries and bicycles and people passing by For finding entertaining bees or butterflies
Because we are never waiting
We need no help to pass the time With my hand in yours or yours in mine
Because with you I have a new excuse to sing
It’s legitimate To dance in the street To watch closely each others feet
Splashing in puddles and rustling through leaves Laughing madly breathless and free
I have every right when you are with me, To play with sticks, to scream a bit To look up at the sky Count cars driving by
At ducks we quack back At birds we tweet We don’t even try to be discreet
In the morning sun we linger With shadow puppet fingers Hiding snacks for squirrels on the path And pulling faces that make us laugh
You don’t talk yet and so I’m fluent In how to do all the talking while we play truant
The day you first pronounced that word You crowned me, Giving me the best title I'd ever heard
'Grandma', You say this with some passion Sometimes in almost desperate fashion As if you need to be rescued
When this word is most used, You're waiting to be scooped up And may have recently refused To comply
You and I A new duo Me and Juno
When I go out of a room I hear you 'Mam mar' Not wanting to be left out Of whatever adventure I'm on
Because yes, when we are together Every small thing we do, whatever is a special occurrence a big new experience A happening With you, thereareno little things
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 everythingYou 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.
