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I Think of You

25 Saturday Aug 2012

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the stockings were hung by the...tv stand

 

 

 

 

 

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)

Dying to meet you…

15 Wednesday Aug 2012

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Did I tell you…

I’m dying to meet you,

I have to say,

I’m dying to meet you,

in every way.

 

Put on the kettle,

I’m coming home,

and it will feel,

like you’ve never been gone.

 

Tell my Grandma,

to wear her best smile,

and tell my Grandad,

to stoke up the fire.

 

I’m dying to meet you,

I have to say,

tell Mum to collect me,

I’m on my way…

 

© Dying to meet you 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Seven Years on…

01 Sunday Jul 2012

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Show your sorrow,

tears and all.

Throw down the rain,

let torrents fall.

 

Show your anger,

in thunderous roar,

roll round the skies,

and then send more.

 

Show your fury,

with electric strikes,

lightening lights,

with bolts that smite.

 

I grieve your death,

and so do you.

I see your storms,

the summer through.

 

© Seven Years on… 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Wilderness Years

30 Monday Apr 2012

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A show of daffodils by the A6091 Melrose bypas...
The Wilderness Years are over,

they are with us no more;

while birds migrate for winter time,

so Death has closed the door.

 

The days were, oh, so fleeting,

like butterflies in spring.

The time we spent together

made my lonely heart sing.

 

Shared memories of daffodils,

we laughed until we cried –

we cried until our tears ran dry,

I was ever by your side.

 

How could this have happened?

How could you leave this way?

I always think about us –

and mourn you every-day.

 

© Wilderness Years 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

A show of daffodils by the A6091 Melrose bypass road These daffodils are on the northeast embankment of the A6091 near Melrose Roundabout. The verges of a 3km length of road from the roundabout to the eastern end of Melrose were planted with daffodils several years ago [562294]. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ode to my Sons

20 Friday Apr 2012

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Shoes

The toilet is a clever thing

with a lid, most like a door;

so please don’t wee upon the seat

or pee upon the floor!

 

Microwave or cooker,

it really matters not,

this magical flamboyance

will make your meals get hot.

 

Dishwashers are quite practical,

they clean pots ’til they gleam.

No clever sleight or trick to it,

just put the damn things in!

 

Crockery -or pots as we call them

are aids to keep you fed,

they aren’t for decoration,

don’t put them under your bed!

 

Food is quite sensational,

groovy in every way;

but when I go out shopping

don’t eat it in a day.

 

Clothes are sneaky demons,

they hide and split and breed,

but when they are all dirty

please put them in the machine.

 

Doors really are quite functional

they keep out draft and cold

and if you are from Derbyshire,

we say * ‘put wood in t’hole!’

 

The dog is cute, the dog is cool,

on this I must agree;

get of your arse, once in a while,

and take him for a wee.

 

I am your Mum – pink is my colour,

pink means it is MY stuff,

from ipod, pens to scarf and socks,

just keep your damn hands off!

 

* Derbyshire saying meaning – shut the door!!!

 

© Ode to my Sons 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Mum

05 Thursday Apr 2012

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For my Mum…

 

I looked through the window,

I thought I saw you;

just a hint of a memory

that I wanted to view.

 

A past life once lived;

a deep memory pain.

I had to control myself

from calling your name.

 

Her walk was all wrong

and her hair, not the same,

but she had the same clothes

as I saw in my dream.

 

I followed behind her

and hoped to see

that it really was you

as you used to be.

 

I knew it was futile

and couldn’t be true;

you’ve been gone these six years,

it couldn’t be you.

 

© Mum 2012

Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2012