While my husband kissed me in our bed
Our cat would lounge on top and lick his head
No matter what gyrations that cat saw
All he did was pat us with his paws
The happy days of learning, how love feels
How to entertain with spicy meals
Of walking by warm rivers hand in hand
Watching coots and moorhens ,washing pans
Buying an old kettle in a Sale
Driving out to Ongar ,stubble fires
Smokey Essex cornfields, insects’ pyres
Driving down the Saxon Cliffs at Hythe
Soft teal Sea,Capel le Ferne, men’s eyes
Happy in a cottage in the wilds
Singing with the birds, we walked for miles
Kersey where the ducks bathe in the street
Kissing in the hedges, oh my Sweet
Getting our own garden, growing beans
Growing spinach, lettuce and snap peas
Picking our blackcurrants, making tea
Making jam from raspberries what glee
This proves that when you marry love won’t end
Cooking dinners talking with our friends
Wearing jeans and hair so long it flowed
My husband liked to brush it till it glowed
I dream some nights my hair is still like that
And how the cat slept with his paws in it
How his father died and mother grieved
Life is joy and pain and knotted love
On we went, that love was what we grew
Though anger did rise up and strain the glue
First the cat died, then my man went too
I will not sleep with ghosts when I love you
Day: May 5, 2020
Cultivate our Gardens
After all the fighting, the enemies bad words
Brexit is forgotten; people. friends to keep
They get prescriptions, offer all they have
This the time that Love lit up our street
They pay for others’ parcels, they’re discreet
They fill an old man’s freezer with new meals
They encourage our own nurses working on
They acknowledge this world is both good and real
I can’t go out, my hair is like sea fronds
My trousers are too big, will they fall down?
My eyes are brimming,full of happy tears
My teeth are broken but I cannot frown
Will this love and kindness last for long?
We’ll cultivate our Gardens, work as one
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No more mobile groans
A wren
The doctor has a website, we cannot use the phone
I broke two teeth and now I have
No more mobile groans
The doctor has a website, it asks me to call back
I rang the surgery, they told me
The doctor’s mood is black
The doctor has a website, it’s mostly coloured blue
It looks just oh so charming
But it can’t speak to you
The doctor bought the software ,she bought the hardware too
How they are connected
I can’t describe to you
The doctor’s very learned, she went to school for years
She got a big diploma
She’s also full of care
The doctor is so gentle, but people are real rude
She may be a Muslim
Or she may be a Jew
The doctor gave me tablets but I can’t get the BBC
I want to get the iPlayer
Will penicillin do?
The doctor took my sample, she sent it to a Lab
I’ve got kidney trouble
I sometimes feel quite bad
Now my jaw is swollen, I broke my two back teeth
I pay the denists thousands
Do I need to buy a wreath?
I guess I’m not desirable to the Holy Ghost
I used to seee him everywhe
But I don’t want to boast
I saw a big black shadow but not on my Xray
I think it might be Satan
I don’t want to say
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And bless
From Ausschwitz rose not only leaking gas
But also ash from Jews and recent dead
But rose the holy souls of those who had just passed
In the great Cathedrals priests said Mass
Turned the host to Jesus , ate the Bread
From Auschwitz rose not only leaking gas
What use is worship, prayer, can the good last?
What can Christian minds do when we’re mad ?
Oh,see the holy souls weep as they pass
Bodies piled in heaps no human trust
Jesus needs salvation ,God is dead
In Auschwitz human beings gassed ,now dust
Eat your dinner,Daddy, keep abreast
You worked hard , a Nazi, gas, fire, blood
The holy souls fly on, they find no rest
We think that we are better than a God
For he permitted sin, Job understood
From Auschwitz rose not only smoke and gas
But holy souls oh, find their bones and bless
