8 Hours

Driving along the dual carriageway, 
home from work,
along the opposite carriageway I drove to work on,
only now it is day light,
then it was dark,
and now I am happy but tired,
then I was just sleepy and wishing it was all over,
but it hadn't even begun.

Now I am 8 hours older,
8 hours wiser.
Then I was 8 hours younger and had no clue what my day of work had in store for me.
I had no a clue what the world was going to do in those 8 hours,
what the news headlines would be,
who would live and who would die,
who's life would be changed forever, 
and whose would remain the same.

That person of 8 hours earlier,
me,
then,
was I ignorant?
Would I want to know about life in 8 hours time?
Where is that person now?
As I drive home,
where is that person of 8 hours earlier?
Has he gone forever, 
can I find him,
what would I say to him if I did?
Knowing what he'd become...
Me,
8 hours later.

Top of the Stairs

You knew I was home.
You heard or sensed or just knew my car had pulled up outside.
When I opened the front door you'd be there,
stood at the top of stairs,
wiggling.
Every bit of you was wiggling,
from your nose to the tip of your tail.
You knew it was time for a walk. You'd dash down the stairs and leap onto the sofa!
I'd give you a big hug, 
would put on your harness and off we'd go!
I'm going to miss those afternoon welcomes Rosie dog,
Like I going to miss you.
Our beautiful flower,
our beautiful soul.
Don't make too much mischief now will you.
Sleep well my love.
Miss you.

(Haiku)

The coldest winter
chill can warm the heart like a long hot summers day

(Haiku)

The good thing about
hiding your feelings is
the housework gets done!

(Haiku)

New years day is a 
new years day; only if it
feels new. Believe it!