Knowing

Knowing

(For Brenda Read-Brown)

Note: The final two lines are from a poem called ‘Flagship’ from Brenda’s book; ‘Arbitrary Edges’. You can buy Brenda’s brilliant collection here: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Arbitrary-edges-Brenda-Read-Brown/dp/1291376909

 

 

I was only two poems in

before I had to stop

and write something,

moved by a line

that defined the truth,

so many pretend to ignore.

Smitten by something

you had written

in my youth, proof

that love cares not for age,

a page of your thoughts,

penned almost perfectly before

you could possibly know

they would echo

evermore.

And I knew you knew me,

and I burned, my heart,

tearing at the seems,

‘and I learned that aching feet

are the realities of dreams.’

Mental Mentor (For Nigel Moir)

You taught me to love the rain,

to know the night, and my place

in it, to still feel significant

when the stars – might suggest otherwise.

You taught me to love the rain,

to goad the storm into a fight,

place myself in the eye of it,

magnificent, a hurricane heart never dies.

You taught me, you taught me

how to use the pain.

You taught me to love the rain,

you taught me to love the rain.

Tin

 

My tobacco tin is ten years old,

and doesn’t hold my smokes

like it used to do.

We’ve been married ten years

and you still laugh at my jokes,

my love. My love, I love you.

A decade down the line,

we’ve had our ups and our downs,

more smiles then frowns,

for, though we’ve had more knocks

than most couples who cope,

we held on to hope.

We held on to one another,

braved the storm

and formed a bond

that none can break.

I still see you in my dreams,

you are still the first thought

when I wake, and I don’t care

about the clichés, they work (like us)

because they’re true, my love. My love,

I am so in love with you.

 

 

Happy tenth anniversary to my beloved wife, Sian.  Luckiest girl alive?  Certainly the most tolerant!  I love you, my biscuits x

 

 

Biscuits (On Our 10th Anniversary)

Happy anniversary!

I heard ten years is tin,

but gifts after this long,

like my hair, is wearing thin,

when buying for the sake

of giving, just living

with you is bliss. You are

still my biscuits and I still

cherish every kiss.

I love you every day,

not just anniversaries

and Hallmark holidays,

I am yours, as ever,

I love you – always.

 

Epitaph, Entreated

It’s just my bones that lie here,

I want it written on my grave,

as my soul was sold so long ago,

so keep your prayers, and save

your tears; for the years I gave

you are worth more than the loss.

Wherever I am, I love you,

don’t be cross. I ask one last thing

of you, my one wish, my final boon,

live your life, be free and please;

don’t come and see me soon.