Autumn
Embers
You capture the light
contained in my eyes
reflecting it on paper
You read my soul
with words so bright
and set it alight
like fire on wood
my heart you ignite
and I burn, slowly to embers
Patchwork
Insidious
fastidious
and sometimes fictitious
Fractious
the patchwork
of feelings, emotions
thoughts and devotion
Vicious
vivacious
unrelenting madness
images, words
speeding in raucous
sadness
Trapped in a life
you thought fulfilling
you opened your eyes
found the thruth
blood curdling
bone chilling
Home
Home is the pillows you miss
Where tea is brewed just like this
Home is where
A smiling face
Awaits
A train journey, jelly legs
A pounding heart resonates
Home is where you long to be
Where nowhere else will do
Home is where your heart,
your mind, your soul
Rest at peace
Home is where you sleep deeply
Safely knowing you are loved
Accepted, respected, completely
Home is where coffee
Tastes much better
What is the secret?
Trust these hands
These hands have thrown a ball
Swam in the sea
learnt to grip
Firmly
whilst climbing trees
These hands have known
The softness of silk
They have crawled
Played with dolls
Made friendships
These hands have held
Their own babes
Softly, caring
Comforting
Wiping tears, mucky faces
Doing up
Those shoe laces
These hands have toiled
Made beds
Grafted, cooked, plastered
Painted
These hands have touched
The smiling, wrinkled faces
Of loved ones
In far away places
These hands have learnt
The art of caressing
Discovering
Undressing
These hands held the promise
Of having, holding
Loving, caring
Forsaking all others
Till death did its bidding
These hands will hold
Your heart
Carefully
Nurture it
Without oppressing
Trust these hands,
their love is unending
