If I pretend for just one day
That time did not take you away
When morning comes I see you there
I kiss your neck, I stroke your hair
We lie in peaceful harmony
The weekend's here and you're with me
With natural rhythm and easy pace
We turn and now we're face to face
Sunday brings no urgency
I fetch you coffee and make my tea
A routine made of many years
A blissful time before the tears
Very nice.
Cx
the last line actually broke my heart! haunting - certainly not ordinary stuff! x
<Deleted User> (7212)
Mon 7th Jun 2010 07:42
a lovely sad poem - then I got to your first comment & can see why I identify with the sadness. B
Ordinary in title only.
Very moving.
Dave
It is always a challenge to start a new routine.
Missing what was and what could have been haunts our memories...
Very nice poem, Alison. It touched my heart. I love it. With warmest wishes, Larisa
i like this, it's simple yet very heartfelt, tinged with sadness x
I really feel for you with this one Alison. It is the ordinary things that we remember and miss the most. Your poems are always gentle and thought provoking. I too have a poem on this theme, may post one day. x
This might have been the first "proper" poem I wrote. Inspired to post it by something Banksy wrote.
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<Deleted User> (8341)
Thu 10th Jun 2010 21:43
Hello Alison,
glad I came by to read your work. Above all I am moved by your honesty and eloquence. You put your finger on things with some astuteness. bw.