Things We Hold Onto…

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Chanel No 5 and strong cheddar cheese,

over that rainbow and always say please.

Those books piled so high, and not just one or two,

all of these things are reminders of you.

Those long walks in summer, while humming a tune,

cancer a birth sign that’s ruled by the moon.

So many memories, tied up in my mind,

there’s still one or two more I’m hoping to find.

The last card that you sent me, still on the book shelf,

only one wine glass now as I’m all by myself.

Sound of your laughter still rings in my ears,

no one would believe, I’ve not heard it in years.

The photos I have out, so sticky with touch,

those ones of us giggling, oh we didn’t care much.

Things gathered around me and all over my home,

I don’t want to forget and feel so alone.

Objects of desire, trinkets and such,

some of these of great value, some not so much.

Things help us get by, things transport us home,

but even with things we are still just alone.

Daily Prompt: Flattery

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Your beauty is beyond compare,

you sing exquisitely.

You are the angel in my world,

as graceful as can be.

I find I’m lost within your eyes,

pools of emerald green.

With elfin face and lips so sweet,

like never ever seen.

Your cookery gastronomic,

your poetry divine.

Your generosity knows no bounds,

your so very, very kind.

All this love I’m giving to you,

though you will never see.

I’m so shallow,

and despicable,

to use such flattery  😉

via Daily Prompt: Flattery

Following

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I’m following you, 

as I like what you say.

Some of those words, 

stay with me for days.

Turning over and over, 

while I work my thoughts out.

Then occasionally I don’t get, 

what your talking about.

But that’s why I follow, 

your working my mind.

Interesting posts being rare, 

and so hard to find.

Keep me entertained, 

please write me some more.

The ideas that you have, 

I chew over and store.

You really enchant me, 

I think it’s your brain.

I will keep on returning, 

again and again. 

I might not make comment, 

just click on the like.

But that doesn’t mean, 

it wasn’t alright. 

It’s just that I’m thinking, 

you do that to me.

My own ideas change, 

I wish you could see.

Don’t follow me back, 

if I don’t stimulate you

It would be nice if you did, 

but not really true.  🙂

I Read..

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I jump into the open book, 

I take it for a spin.

Immerse myself in words of love, 

poetry and sin.

Uncover buried feelings, 

I understand the plot.

Driving round the dialogue, 

pausing at full stops.

Contemplating meaning,

and what it says to me.

Will it stay in my memories,

time will only see.

On reaching the destination,

I use the parking break.

To tour the land of literature,

is never a mistake.


Always 

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I know your watching over me

and that your always there.

It sometimes gives me jitters 

if I slip on one of those stairs.

I know you see when I make mistakes, 

getting it so wrong.

When you were here I wouldn’t of said, 

with a nose so very long.

I wonder if there is anything,

that I can really hide away.

That you won’t know and haven’t seen 

when we meet again someday. 

Does it cause you worry now, 

or have those old days gone.

I’m guessing that it doesn’t, 

now your views so long.

I’m sort of getting used to it, 

you knowing everything I do.

I wouldn’t take it from anyone, 

I’ll make the exception for you.

Sometimes when I’m eating cheese,

I stop and think of you.

Knowing if your watching, 

that you would want some too.

Have I found the funny side, 

am I really making fun

But then I have your sense of humour, 

don’t I precious mum.

So you carry on watching me, 

I like to have you near.

But I don’t want any of your nagging, 

am I making myself clear.


Is there a humorous side to death, I think if you had the same sense of fun in life there has to be.  I’m often thinking what my mum would think of the pure unadulterated me. Don’t get me wrong there wasn’t much she didn’t know about me, we were very close but there are those little things we keep to ourselves. I find lies difficult, even harder now as I know she can see.  It’s like I’m checking see will approve or at least not disagree.

She wouldn’t judge she’s not like that but I think I may have disappointed her once or twice.  You see this is the other side of missing someone, if it’s true life goes on and that’s what I believe then they see everything you do!

I think I’m getting more like my mum but then that might well be because she’s around me all the time, maybe subtly influencing me. Like when I put one of her belts around my waist or throw one of her necklaces on.

Have you ever braked hard, throwing you arm protectively across the passenger seat in an empty car? I have!