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.
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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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