Her eyes shining like melting Danish butter on a hot croissant

Our mood affects the colour of the sky

The park sloped  to a river  behind  trees
 The other side was a large burial ground
Where my father’s body lay, bereaved

In the flowered park we sat and grieved
We heard the thwack of   tennis balls resound
The park sloped  to a river  behind trees

Children can’t imagine mother’s pleased
When her  strong support lies underground
As my father’s body lay, bereaved

Children  torment others , poisoned bees
Sensing sweet fragility inside
The park sloped   down to hide  behind  tall trees

 Now my mother lies where I ‘ve  dripped tears
As if I hope a flowering shrub   will shade
And father’s body lies with mother’s, pleased

Memories may well alter .don’t deny
Our mood affects the colour of the sky
The park sloped  to a river. grave the trees
I once hoped that  my dead could be retrieved

 

Gathering  up the treasures  from the sands

We do not hunt for thoughts,we let them come
Gathering  up the treasures  from the sands
The sea shores of the world in dark,in sun
Where children play  till all the day is  done
The mystery of the deep, of whales and men
We do not hunt for thoughts,we let them come
Sailing in from distant foreign lands

We do not hunt for thoughts,we let them come
Gathering  up the treasures  till the end

Will love last us?

 

DandelionClocksThe art of friendship,is it hard to master?
The interest and  the courtesy and care
Learning  skills together   makes love faster

Best avoid  name calling, like  you bastard!
Testing to destruction, do not dare
The art of friendship,is it hard to master?

If you have a friend then you must ask her
if you treat her lovingly and fair
Learning  skills together  brings love faster

In view of lockdown, you will not now pat her
Nor with a gimlet eye  be keen to stare
The art of friendship,is it hard to master?

Be still, my friend, we are put off by chatter
But do not fret about the clothes you wear
Sewing darning,  mending holes love’s better

There’s love around and much more going  spare
Hope the fabric’s tough and will not wear
The art of friendship,is it hard to master?
Learning  skills together love  will last us

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