“It’s just moments now Dad, everything.
Just moments now, they don’t join up!”
“My memories. My life doesn’t join up. Can’t remember.”
“Someone else will remember. Someone will remember for you.”
From the final episode of Wallander
Wash away the worries
Soak away the sad
Blow away the awful thoughts
Just think about your Dad!
If you do not have a Dad
Then think about your Mum
Remember all the cuddles
It’ll take away the glum
If perchance you’ve neither
Please do not despair
There’s millions in this world of ours
With tons of love to share
Should you still feel all alone
Just close your eyes and see
As you drift, you’ll feel the warmth
Of love and hugs from me!
My glass is half full,
it sustains me every day.
What a wondrous life!
Waiting for what, an appointment, a date?
I’m always there early, so why are THEY late
It’s not very hard to plan well ahead
‘Cause life is so short, and a long time you’re dead!
Seagulls are fine when they’re bobbing
up and down whilst floating on the sea
How come they poop while they’re flying?
And why does it all land on me?
|AUTHOR:||Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834)|
|QUOTATION:||I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose,—words in their best order; poetry,—the best words in their best order.|
Today I was working in the front garden. I was digging out Grape Hyacinths and Bluebells that are always threatening to overtake every other plant.
A lady stopped to pass the time of day. She lives fairly close by and I see her often, and wave. Occasionally we have a brief chat.
Today, she greeted me with, “Oh, I didn’t realise that you lived there, so close to me!” She told me that she was Secretary of the local Allotment Society, and how busy that kept her. She also informed me that she had a pacemaker fitted, and how it had given her a new lease of life.
The conversation progressed along traditional lines and then she set off to continue her journey home.
I did not let on that we had had an identical conversation last time she passed by when I was gardening at the front, almost at the same spot.
As she left I said, “I’m Peter by the way!”
She reminded me of her name.
For the life of me, I cannot remember what it is!!
Happy with myself,
my body is a temple.
Not just a little late, but over 45 years since I first wrote this in a Valentine’s card. I can’t find the copy I wrote at the time but I have remembered it for all these years. Don’t know what that says about me!
It was sent to my long term, off and on, teenage, and into my twenties, girlfriend whom I shall love for ever!
If you don’t see my name, look at it acrostically.
Prolific enterprises turn eventually recumbent. My attribution turns to hieroglyphics, excogitate what’s said!
I was rather pleased with it at the time!