If I go I won’t tell you
I’ll just disappear one day.
Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,
suddenly has become smaller
and you never noticed it
because you were talking
about the meaning of life
while life was somewhere else
blown away with your smoke
into the sky
and then dispersed
never quite visible again
but still floating on the breeze
hoping to be caught
in a butterfly net
but unable to communicate
except by flying.
If I go it will not be today
but it will be an ordinary day
no one will realise
that it’s that day
that the bird flies
from her nest
to go to a new place
only seeing the deserted nest
he realises,
my bird has flown
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How my heart sings 
That’s ok Janet, got mixed up about whom I had told and I had to do all the funeral alone so I got forgetful.He had almost all of his time here at home but it was wearing me out….but the end was peaceful as I sang some psalms and held his hand.Then I sang a Lullaby and he just smiled and that was it…. not frightening.Of course I am finding it tough now… but if I can’t write I can take photos and look at flowers.I like to look at your images.In fact it was your images that drew me into blogging… the colours stunned me:)xx So thank you.
Excellent…I love the image. Is this a photograph that you took? It has a lovely feel to it. Hope your weekend went well and that you have a lovely week ahead….can’t believe that summer is on the wane. Janet. xxx
Yes,Thanks Janet,I took it yesterday.The lamp was one I often used in drawings but just before he died my husband fell over and broke it.I am planning to find somone to rewire it for me as I love the base.And the other things are alo objects I drew over and over again.
It is definitely a little cooler now.Oh,well…autumn colours soon to enjoy.:)xxx
The still life had a painterly feel to it….and Katherine, I am embarrassed and sad to say that I didn’t realise that your husband had died…..I knew something had happened, but didn’t know this. I am so sorry….your writing and artwork will help you move through…Janet. xxx