In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Symmetry.”
Sunshine symmetry
Streams through
Stained windows
I lift my eyes
To glory above
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Symmetry.”
Sunshine symmetry
Streams through
Stained windows
I lift my eyes
To glory above
The best thing since sliced
Bread is a bread maker to
Bake fresh home-baked loaves
I felt the distance in my heart
The year my son turned seven
And my daughter became four
When so many countries united
To blast their sounding vuvuzelas
While the teams ran onto the field –
Running onto the land of my birth
With sadness, I watched from afar
Words flow from my heart
Like water from an open tap
And as they flow they smooth
The stones, continually massaging
Into pebbles so fine, I don’t want
The tap of words to close in on me
For without my words, where would my
Relief be found then?
I am so proud of my son
I am proud of the man he is growing up to become
I am proud of the respect he has when speaking to his mum
For his strength of character
And his words of wisdom
I love him –
My son, my firstborn, my prince
My heart I ever grant to thee
From now until the end of time
Our lives ever twined shall be
Beating in perfect orchestral rhyme
I promise to hold thee in my arms
And kiss away thy daily cares
Away from any earthly charms
Precious vows answer all my prayers
And when we leave for a distant land-
That glimpse into eternity
We will venture forth hand in hand
For ever in holy matrimony
I thank thee for being at my side
My love will always be thy bride
Inspired by Another Voice:
https://tokillamimingbird.wordpress.com/2015/02/10/a-sonnet-for-jasmine/
I can climb mountains
I can swim seas
I can work and I can
Earn, I can be
Independent, and need
No-one at all, but when
The day is done
I am just a girl
Needing to be loved
By a boy like you