Day: January 18, 2020

Should I comfort you?

What you mean is I should comfort you 
You  are grieving for the man so kind
You miss my husband, that is  merely true

I know the loss has made your  heart feel  blue
 I didn’t realise it  also makes you blind
What you ask is I should comfort you

I wish that you would   find cures for   Chinese Flu
That you would be forced to  change your mind
You miss my only husband,  is that true?

What d’y mean. .. you don’t know what to do?
Don’t ask ,me  for guidance,I’ve resigned
Why do  you ask  what I can do for you?

I only wish that I had married two.
But here   it is not  legal so to bind
You miss my only husband,  will you sue?

Do you write on paper filled with lines?
Do you  feel beneath this ground are mines?
Why do you ask that I should comfort you?
I’m the one bereaved and I am through

The fashion page

What to wear in winter,
What to wear in Fall
What to pay your bills with
Money talk appals

If you read the Guardian
They keep you up to date
One page is genocide
Next how to find a mate

Seems a  denim jacket
Lined in wool of sheep
Will be ideal clothing
For those we love to meet

Standing at the bus stop
I feel very cold
Seems they do not think about
The poor folk and the old

Of course it’s for the adverts
Not for real life
Not for  poor  dear husbands
Nor even poorer wives

Why if we are human
Cannot we decide
What to wear in Winter
Not be taken for a ride

Wild wallflowers

Wallflowers grow among the ancient stones
From the highest part they cling to  life
Reminding me of Devon  where we roamed

In  the cliffs of Beer, wild  from sea foam
We saw their flowers one  happy Easter time
Wallflowers grow among the ancient stones

Down there I feel there must be little bones
From birds and animals that long time died
Deep in Devon’s cliffs, its muddy  lanes

The wild flowers live  in verges  left un-mown
The little herbs we  crush as on we stride
And wallflowers grow on clffs  or ancient stones

Most of our wild places are unknown
In these tiny homes  God  still resides
I’m humbled by our place in  nature’s schemes

In a flower’s heart designed  to guide
The Lord himself   is wont to   from us  to hide
Wallflowers grow between the ancient stones
Memories  of  much love not passed nor gone