Monday, 31 December 2012

Why am I here?

















Why am I here, what have I come here for?
No question philosophical is this.
My mind went blank as I came in the door
as age makes neurons fire and often miss.

And why can't I remember yesterday
or find my glasses when I've put them down
or understand what younger people say,
I'm sure that if I knew then I would frown.

Though Altzheimer's, dementia or just age
makes me a fool in other younger eyes,
I've had my time to strut upon this stage,
and flown my thoughts like kites in sunny skies.

Though past is passed and past is oft forgot
for some of us the past is all we've got.



Friday, 28 December 2012

Three Wishes
















I wished I'd wake and find you there beside me.
I wished that I could wake you with a kiss
I wished that you would smile and say you loved me
As wishes do come true, I wished for this.

Three wishes I have used and none are left me
I couldn't wish a wish for wishes more.
Three wishes made my life complete, completely.
A life with love from one that I adore.

Thursday, 27 December 2012

Remember






















I remembered to stuff the turkey
I remembered to dress the tree
I remembered bread sauce, cranberries and beer
I made a Christmas pudding
and I hung my Christmas stocking
but a little something's nagging in my ear.
In all the Christmas planning
there is something I'm forgetting
A big thing on my calendar writ clear...
Don't do that Christmas shopping
for on the train I'm hopping
as I'm spending Christmas day with you this year.

Saturday, 22 December 2012

On the ramp again















My car is on the ramp again
cos something's sprung a leak.
My car is on the ramp again
the second time this week.
My car is on the ramp again
it really makes me swear
I think that in it's metal mind
it prefers to be there.

My car breaks down so often I
think its a cry for help.
My car breaks down so often that
it makes my wallet yelp
My car breaks down so often I
am shocked when the wheels turn
I'm doubly shocked to get somewhere
and triply to return.

Pockets
















They say that you can't take it with you
Its something that's just not allowed
But when I do die
I'll give it a try
with pockets sewn into my shroud.



Dreams














My heart lies broken deep inside
since you said you won't be my bride.
No joy. No meaning to my life.
No hope. No happiness. No wife.

     But in my dreams my hand you take
     And in my dreams my heart won't break
     So in my dreams this prayer I make
     I pray that I may never wake.

The world is greyer since you left
In shadows now I live, bereft.
No light, I walk in gloom instead
All colour from my world is fled.

     But in my dreams my hand you take
     And in my dreams my heart won't break
     So in my dreams this prayer I make
     I pray that I may never wake.

The days are longer now you've gone
each hour still sixty minutes long
each minute sixty seconds filled
each second my true love is killed.

     But in my dreams my hand you take
     And in my dreams my heart won't break
     So in my dreams this prayer I make
     I pray that I may never wake.


Monday, 17 December 2012

A Christmas Present

















The temperature is falling fast
its raining ice not water.
The weatherman has promised snow
and days are getting shorter.
The shops are selling Christmastide
just put it on the card.
all thoughts of thrift are put aside
and folks are shopping hard.
Its a commercial festival
the spirit is quite absent,
except for some, my daughter said
all she wants is a present.
When pressed for greater detail or
asked to be more exact,
She said she'd like a Christmas gift
in Christmas paper wrapped!




Daddy
















He's just a face, a strong right arm
that comes and goes throughout the days.
Your Daddy keeps us both from harm.
My ever-present mummy says.

I know him now. I know his name.
He's Daddy and he's big and strong
and in my heart he lights a flame
and in my eyes he does no wrong.



Now as the years go on and on,
things aren't the way they used to be.
Dad now depends upon his son,
but stays a hero still for me.

But now my dad has gone away
and left behind the lessons taught.
He died. There's nothing else to say
except to share this final thought.



Your dad comes with a guarantee
a 'love you for a lifetime' clause.
But read the small print carefully
as it's for his lifetime, not yours.