GrowthHe looks so cute in silly hats and costumes of the season,full of laughter, fun and love, silliness for no reason.His smile can light the darkest day, with tiny teeth and gums,He finds fun in the smallest things; in spoons or dolls or drums.He loves without condition even when I'm feeling bluehe's full of hugs and kisses, he's a charmer through and through.He's cheeky, even naughty, as he learns his boundarieshe tests his borders with a smile, he's really quite a tease.When eating, he makes such a mess, and smiles throughout it allhe thinks that throwing food around is such a bloomin' ball;But I'm not mad, it's meant to be, 'cause that's what babies do,I just clean him when dinner's done (and sometimes clean me too!)When strolling down the street with me he's bound to get attentionfrom people young and old alike he always gets a mention.He flirts with all the pensioners, with coos and fluttered lashesand every time they look at him again, that gum-grin flashes.He learns
SkeeterWhy do you bug me, little mosquitowith your siren-whine which mines my mind?You scream past my ears, invisiblein the dark, greedy for my blood,my vital fluid your refreshment;my existence, your sustenance.I wish to squish you, little skeeter.I search for you, ungraspablein this opaque night, you are concealed;My thoughts unhinged by your rasping scream.Vociferous in your hunger, you searchfor nourishment from my spirit.
My ChildYou burst into my life and made me wholeand showed me love I never thought I'd feel.Through you I found a new side to my soul;uncovered parts of myself I'd concealed.Through all life's tumbles, happiness or fearyou know that I will always care for you.As you grow, whether I am close or near,I'll show support in everything you do.And when my life is drawing to a closeand you are full-fledged, thriving on your ownI'll know the truth that every mother knows;I did my best, that love is all you've known. Before I knew your face I could just drift; to have you in my life's the greatest gift.
Through The DoorYou walked through the doorand I was taken back in time.I saw empty vodka bottles lined upon the windowsill like forgotten soldiers,retired veterans replaced with young troops.Sticky-glass rings on a coffee-tablegrey with age and dust and cigarette ash.I remembered furious fucking under theinfluence, under the harsh kitchen lights;a sweating arm flung out in ecstacy,a wine glass falling and the fragmentsframing us in glittering confetti.I saw bright lights, heard musicso loud I couldn't hear myself thinkeven if I had wanted to listen, musicwhich vibrated under my ever-moving feetand set my heartbeat with its rhythm.I remembered non-stop movement -a chaotic whirlwind of dance and sex and games,we played with hearts and minds like soulless toys.Like children we thought only of ourselvesand ran through life footloose, carefree.You walked through the doorand I looked into your eyes.I saw my own regret reflected in you,as we remembered without words, as wewished up
Autumn RidesThere were nights when we would rideon empty country roads, in the autumn.Open-faced, the wind whipped my skinand tossed my clothing as we flew.I remember it well, that sweet smellof honeysuckle and sepia leavesthe deafening engine beneath usas I clung to you, as we roaredpast golden fields and ochre trees.Half-terrified, half-elatedI would raise my face to the skyand watch the stars move with us,and slowly I stretched out my armsto the world, and was free.
I could write...I could write the typical love song - you know the one,of minds merged, souls converged, of loveseats and heartbeats,of rose blossoms and gold, 'to have and to hold';I could repeat sentiments, far too often told.I could write a lyrical love song - one made for a tune,for wedding dances, longing glances, hot romances;for love found or lost, for lovers star-crossed,I could sing a song which would move you, at most.I can't write with innocence, this is no light affair.Won't promise the stars, I can only reach so far.I'm not a fortress, no hero, I can't save your soulYour every happiness isn't in my control.I can't write with absolute conviction, I can'tpromise there'll be no friction, restrictionI can't give you the earth, I'm one human being,and with love and its cohorts there's no guaranteeing.What I will do, is love you the best way I can;To raise you, amaze you, enthral and daze you,To be here forever, through every endeavour,To be with you always, wherever, however
A DreamI dreamed of you.Imprisoned I wept, cowered,held captive by my own demons.As I trembled, a soft hand took mineand pulled me close, to gentle warmth.I dreamed of you.I looked up and saw your face, your eyes,and with no words you stroked my hair,wiped the frightened sweat from my face,kissed my cheek softly and stood me up.I dreamed of you -we ran, you led me from the darkness,we fled, and as we emerged into daylightI fell, stunned by the pain of the brightnessthat my eyes had never seen.I dreamed of you;you knelt beside me in the grass,you lifted my face to yours and kissed me...and made love to me, releasing meand relieving me of those demons forever.I dreamed of you, and then I woke,aching for you, a thousand miles away.I dreamed of you, and knew thenthat dreams can truly be an introductionto one's own heart's desires.