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Posted in Nature
25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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aging, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, Christmas, Daughter, death, garden, grief, loss, memories, Mother, Mum, poetry
I see an old lady,
and I think of you –
enjoying her garden,
as so should you
Tinsel and fairy lights,
I really miss you;
coloured stockings hang,
each a memory from you.
Then comes the summer,
and I mourn for you,
for all the lost days,
and the things we can’t do.
When I hear a joke,
I want to tell you,
to laugh like two schoolgirls,
‘til tears wet cheeks through.
Each birthday ticks by,
I wait for your card,
I know it won’t come,
but it still hits me hard.
When I see an old lady,
it seems so unfair,
‘cause you’ll never grow old,
no stick, no grey hair.
When I see an old lady,
with daughter at side,
I think to myself,
That should be I…
© I Think of You 25/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
the stockings were hung by the…tv stand (Photo credit: LizMarie_AK)
05 Thursday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
English: Dandelion flower (Taraxacum officinale), Wellington, New Zealand (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Daisies kissed by fairies,
pink lipstick petals pout,
little girl’s tiaras,
chains, lambs tails, about.
Buttercups stars shimmer,
spreading love and peace,
a golden, gay, glimmer,
graces chins beneath.
Forget me not – shy,
skirts the edge of the lawn,
coy, courting compassion,
for those whom we mourn.
The dandelions ire!
He’s banished from beds,
his anger like fireworks,
explode in his heads!
English: Dandelion clock (Taraxacum officinale) For more translations SEE BELOW (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
© The Dandelion Ballad 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 