Geometric shapes
Offering a welcome to
Those stepping inside
In amongst the green
Leaves, quietly behaved, I
Spot a hint of blue
There is a vanity box
Gift to me when I was maybe
Fourteen, by my Grandma dear
It has stayed with me
For all this time
Contains the memoirs
Of a younger self
Many memories contained
Within this box midnight blue
So precious, it is locked
To be opened only
By one magic key
A key so golden, key so fine
Unlocking the treasures within
My diaries, reams and reams of them
My first kiss, my teenage years
My hopes and dreams
Photographs, and baby charms
Birthday cards, and Love Letters too
Thank You Note from my Mother’s heart
Sharing how proud she was
To be a mother to me
All the memories of my life
My youth, my heart
Are contained here within
Preserved for future days
Mystical memories to be revealed
By one golden, magic key
Purple in nature –
Bursting through the pods that would
Birth the flower child
Poem Number One
If its coffee I’m waiting for
I would like it now please
Both my babies I had to wait
An inordinate amount of time for –
Being held to wait
For their father to arrive
And then another nine months for each
Well, I was young, or should I say
I was younger than I would be today
And so my patience is no longer
As it was in the fountain of my youth
And because it will be
Another whole day before
Midnight Post re-appears
The waiting is too long
And so *just for fun*
I have written not one
But Two Midnight Posts
And I cannot decide
Which is the preferred
Because I am due a coffee
And so my brain is refusing
To answer the question for me
So without further ado
I hereby present
Poem Number Two
Poem Number Two
Waiting, waiting, anticipating
My life is passing me by as I would type
Days turn to nights
Night turn to days
And still I wait
My patience endures
Longer than my flesh
Ageing, growing, evolving
In younger times
Time was as plentiful as water
A lifetime ahead
One lifetime of time
Well, times have changed
And that never-ending
Fountain of youth and years
Minutes and seconds seem so easily to
Slip through my fingers
As quickly as I can type
Making me hesitant to agree,
Very enthusiastically, to wait any
More longer than I should
Nowadays if there is something
I could possibly hope for –
Will have to go after it myself
And hope I catch it before I die
Which one would you prefer
It begs the question
Poem Number One
Or are you rather loving
Poem Number Two?
Would this possibly make
Poem Number Three
Perhaps?
Coffee Time!
Musical notes so
Lovingly played for the world –
Warming the cool air
Lazy afternoon
Greetings from Circular Quay,
Being entertained
Opening very
Tenderly, long-stemmed Lily
Stands proudly alone
Relax, my child
I know you are having breakdowns
Nerve issues, and anxiety too
But all will be well
Son and daughter will be blessed
Countries will be exchanged
Smart phones will be invented
You will find out soon
What they might be
You will learn to write
Practice some Pilates
Get that body into shape!
New friends will arrive
New people, new lives
New stories to be shared
There will be sad times
There will be happy times
There will be farewells
Sorrow and joy interweaving
Working together for good
Harmonising
You will never be without
Every day you are alive
There will be blessing surrounds
And to help you out
There will be coffee
And to spare
And at night, there will be tea
In mugs reminding you of home
Lovingly painted in Africa by hand
(Zimbabwe actually to be exact
Long story, don’t ask)
The best gift given to me
Is difficult to decide
How would one choose between ‘Flower Post’
Hand delivered to my home address
By a special little girl –
Or would I choose a Home-Baked cake
In the flag of my Home Land as a
Surprise for my birthday in April of this year?
Any ideas – how could one even make a
Choice between these two?
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