Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Friday, 17 August 2012
Almost Time
We walked together towards her car
She was attractive in a precise sort of way
With her pretty daughter holding her arm
There was talk of a party
Announcement of a celebratory gathering
At the car she leant in towards me
She kissed my cheek, and my neck
"You will join us, won't you"
I woke with a lightness
Good to feel wanted
If only I had
Had the chance to accept the invitation
Celebrate the times of such beauty
Tie into the good times
The ways of peaceful love
Be thankful of all that your vessel is able to carry.
A poem from Nameless Places and Hospital Gowns - Love Cared for by Relate available from iTunes and Amazon