GINA LEE

DAUGHTER

 

 

I remember that sweet sleeping child

Jet-black hair on the pillow

I told myself to remember this moment

The beauty of the moment pleasantly painful.

 

I remember that happy dancing child

Skipping bare footed amongst the trees

A wild child at one with nature

The honesty of the moment a joy.

 

I remember that quiet serious girl

Walking demurely in brand-new school uniform

A girl on her first day at school

The worry of the moment an anguish.

 

I remember that beautiful young woman

Dressed in that skimpy extravagant dress

Eyes shining brightly, going to the ball

The excitement of the moment exquisite.

 

I remember that dark eyed moody person

Late out of bed, pushing food round the plate

Haggard and tired, unhealthy and sad

The anxiety of the moment a misery.

 

I remember that happy young lady

With her beau arm in arm a caressing kiss

Planning her garden, painting rooms bright colour

The pleasure of the moment contentment.

 

I know that caring young woman

She has been with me a very long time

Her tears and fears, success and failure

And now she's my very best friend.

SENSES 

 

 

Looking up one day

amongst the leafless branches

bobbing canary yellow, in the

sun ripe, shimmering sunlight

I spied

birds, sparkling siskins arriving

bringing sweet essence of spring

I spied

pale prickles of green

on dark branches

I smelt

the fresh smell of frosty spring morn

the heavenly herald of hope

I smelt

the baking of crusty bread

coffee and warm living

I heard

the bright cheep of the

little red robin, who has

filled my winter with cheer

I heard

the crying of babies

the giggle of a little girl’s laugh

I tasted

the snowflake of

winter gone

I tasted

the cool breeze

filling my senses with sharpness

I felt

the still icy fingers of winter

shaking my hand, but losing his grip

I felt

the stirrings of my mother earth

holding me.

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