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En Famille

I woke up this morning feeling fortunate
A new fortune amassed over the weekend
A weekend of moments with you two
Laughter and music, safely stored in my memory bank

Nothing is more precious to me
Nothing more worthwhile
Than these hours of complicity
We three
Or others there peripherally or permanently

The goodness of that free time shared makes me wealthy
Your voices collect interest in my memory 
Your words hang like priceless art in my mind's eye 
I start my week adorned with the rare jewels of happiness
What an investment! A weekend together en famille.
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What have you got?

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.
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One Day Of Rain

One day of rain
And everything had changed
Not wanting to complain
But seeing nothing was the same
I turned to a new page 


Through milk bottle bottom lenses
No longer sure of what I saw
I'd misunderstood what was intended
knocked to the ground
By the ungrateful crowd
Who'd booed without a sound 


I'll count my blessings
Say I've learned new lessons
Wait for the next rays of human kindness
To cure my temporary blindness
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Early Hours

Unsaid unsung unseen
Such hidden fears play out in the deepest hour of my sleep
On the mind’s eye cinema screen
To leave a lasting daylight question mark
When daylight finally might
Deign to compete with this phone so artificially bright
In my hands a fountain of other scenes to distract from what has not been

Waking in the early hours slowly emerging from a cloying nightmare
Leaving a snail trail of still real-seeming storyline
The phones’ dimmed but still too bright light guides me back
A beacon of real preoccupation to distract
From the lurking fears brought to life in cinematic deep sleep
To the real yet unreal lives of other people
From the half strangers still posting on my feeds
To the real strangers’ Times’ reported deeds
Stories to distract from the dread acted out at night inside my head.


	


	





		

		
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What I can’t control
	


	
	

		

 

 So much of what I can’t control 
 is what is what makes me anguish or 
 what makes me whole 
 what steals away serenity
 what ties me down what makes me free 
 what makes me feel I cannot cope 
 what feeds my fear what gives me hope 
 what makes some memories live on 
 what makes me angry what makes me strong 
 what makes me lie awake at night 
 what makes me wrong what makes me right
 what makes me know I can believe 
 what makes me stay what makes me leave
 what gives me reason to be proud
 what makes me go quiet what makes me get loud 
 

 I can’t control each tiny part 
 of life’s enormous work of art.
 

 Far better then learn to adapt. 
 You can control how you react. 






	


	





		

		
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Menu Enfant
	


	
	

		

Muscat sec and a heart to heart
The hazy days of chardonnay lunches
Bright sunlight filtered by branches
Or hidden by sheltering parasol parts


Kids doing kids stuff 
Comes back to me in flashes
Snap shots
Clinking cutlery hot to the touch
Cutting their food up


So much to say between courses
Between getting them to eat greens
Red noses, forgotten the sun cream
We share out the ice cubes
Maybe finish their food


Waiting for the waiter
Maybe some flirtation
Or a little impatience
Laughter

Ice cream for afters 


Pack up backpacks
And onto the scorching path
Then backtrack
Forgot the sunglasses.


Now a late sweaty rush
Back to the classroom hush
With sticky fingered goodbyes

And see you later cries.
















	


	





		

		
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You arrive
	


	
	

		

You arrive. 





Dark clouds disappear.





You laugh.





Music to my ears.





A clatter.





Up stairs two by two.





You chatter.





Nothing else matters.

	


	





		

		
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I wish
	


	
	

		

I wish my arms
Were long enough
To keep you encircled
In my embrace
Like mister tickle





I wish I could move
With you from place
To place
With that bracelet
From Blake’s seven





I wish my brain
Had a special GPS
To warn you of any obstacle
Like those CIA drones





I wish I could Uber eat
Chicken soup and
Chocolate milk to you
Whenever you are hungry.





But I’m just a Mummy.

	


	





		

		
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A long fall
	


	
	

		

 
 ​You have fallen from grace in my eyes
 I ask,​was It all just lies?
 Other words have reached me, 
 And cast doubt on yours you see​​​

 Thinking back I knew from the start
 ​You are an illusionist​
 But what you missed​
 Was the magic of a full heart​​​

 Mine skipped a beat
​ And when I looked up again​
 The illusion was incomplete​​ 






	


	





		

		
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Only a spark
	


	
	

		

I’m asleep with my eyes open





dreaming of you.





On my mind





Your face





A nostalgic tattoo





An indelible trace





By the time you wake up I’ll be gone





Only a spark





Just the start





But you let it get dark





You carry such grace





And that look on your face





The musical laugh





The sound of your voice as you pass





By the time you wake up I’ll be gone





But the dream wears on