Farewell Tea
Farewells are always hard
Ripping my heart and leaving me
In a state of vulnerability, wanting
To cling and never let go, but time
Passes, and there is nothing that
Can be done, but to wave goodbye
As the heartache is felt
The love I feel for you
Overtakes your every plea
I long to be right by your side
When days fly by and nights are long
You are my dream, my winter’s fire
You are the brightness in the sun
You are my love, my company
You and I were meant to be
Thank you for loving me
And I love you!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Circle of Five.”
If I had to choose
Five to be my company
My choices would be
My son for his great
Empathy, daughter for her
Passion, my husband
For his kindness, my
Mother-in-law and lastly
I would choose myself
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Circle of Five.”
If I had to be the average of five people I would choose:
My husband for his kindness
My daughter for her passion
My son for empathy beyond his years
My mother-in-law who has sadly passed away, whose company I enjoyed greatly, and who accepted me as a daughter
And myself for authenticity, because who else can be me, but me?
And that makes five!
Thank you for reading!
The Waterfront Eye, Cape Town, South Africa
Maritime Ship Steering Wheel
Iron Wheel
Back Wheel of Bicycle
An amazing Poetry Duet, enjoy!
These Shell Babies are an example of Aboriginal children’s toys. The biggest shell on the right is Daddy Shell, Mommy Shell in the middle and Baby Shell on the left ❤
Human nature-
When self rises up
And fights to overtake
This battle being fought
When flesh and spirit wrestle
To dominate, my will is my own
To do as I please, my spirit as a
Gentle pure dove longing for true
Righteousness, I fight this battle on
My knees until finally I can take no more
I submit to Thy will and Thy tender
Grace
My faith is part of me
To live on earth for eternity
To be aware and to have my eyes
On the One who created
All that we can see
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Plead the Fifth.”
What question do I hate to be asked?
When is my birthday?
Because I have two.
The day on which I was born (25th April)
And the day on which all my paperwork is recorded (24th April)
I celebrate on the 24th *because that’s what all my documentation says*
But as my mother would remind me every year, she gave birth to me and it happened on the 25th.
Confused, much?
Poems and Petals 