In his posh pullover Uncle Pete, was as ever, neat. He always had a tale to tell Wearing that big grin, as well There with a huge bear hug Standing on the hallway rug A starchy shirt a smart new tie With outstretched arms and sparkling eyes. Caring about our every progress Celebrating in any small success Three generations of us Lived within his generous love He shared in times of joy for me And in the sadder times you see He never turned away. With a strength that never swayed.
I don’t want flowers.
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.
Everything
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