I’m going to miss you

as the sky brightens for the coming day.Everywhere there are mouths wide openwith their yawns as the sleep of night dissipatesat the coming of a fresh new dawn.The resurgent of life begins again,opening cupboards for boxed breakfasts there,kettle on for the morning cuppaas arms outstretch towards the heavensto rid the occupant of the last dregs…

just want to sing and sing,fresh as a daisyunder a newborn sunthat’s when my birthday blues begun.The lonely feeling of beingthe only one in the world,no cards from the postman,no presents from anyonenot even a many happy returns of the day.Just another day passingalong life’s highwaywith no one to notice the stranger – me.No smiling…

letting go of its children to the wind.Hoping they can take rootin some safe place.We watch our childrenfrom infants to adulthood.We shed a few tearswhen they leaveto start new lives of their own.Every one of ushas to spread our wingsat some given time.Our leaving maybe tearful,but our parent’s blessings always follow us.And so the circle…

exchanging addresses withall the new found friendsbefore you part in separate ways.Many times there is a tearthat lingers as you say goodbye,while always hoping your pathswill cross again someday.20 August 2013

In the daytime, it burns blueto colour our skies when we wake.At night, it is covered with a shadeand that is when darkness calls.This candle at the edge of the worldis a constant reminder to us allthat if we venture too far too fastwe will eventually fall.The candle burns within usto show us the way…

making them into islandsdotted on a sea of white.A couple of rabbits scamperedamong the dew wet grasstheir white cotton tailsbobbing up and downas they had their breakfaston the sweet grassy ground.The first spears of sunlightbroke across the skyas the day awokebefore my sleepy eyes.14 September 2008