Walking

the sound of my feet on the hard baked ground 

is almost as loud as the noise from a passing plane

hanging

as if suspended by a piece string 

high in the quiet blue sky

full with holidaymakers off to far flung lands

the distant traffic joins in with the bird song 

hear the low murmur of a far-off tractor working the land

the silent rays of the early morning sun catch the buttercups in the hedge 

golden yellow adding to the palette of greens and browns

poppies in the wheat field 

islands of red in an ocean of young verdant wheat 

silently growing

soaking up the suns rays 

slowly turning golden 

and swaying

sending waves 

rippling across the field as we walk by 

Book

I open the book 

it's a small red 

leather-bound note-pad, 

chosen,

chosen to write in.

I run my fingers over written words 

tracing each letter 

following the lines the pen inscribed

the pages she once turned

I caress the paper her hand once rested on

the lines the pen that she once held created

the words that she once chose

as if...

as if I'm trying to revive the very hand that wrote it

that she be here with me

as if to once more hold the woman who's hand it was that wrote the words...

but no...

I can only touch the page that she once touched

I can only read the words which she once wrote 

absorb the message

perhaps create a connection with her briefly once more

through her words

I remember the joy of having her near and holding her close

and want just once more

to be able to hold her 

and call her 

...Mum

Fashion Faux Pas

Shorts.

Shorts are OK - in the hot weather

mmm - cool breeze!

Long socks.

Long socks are OK - on a cold day,

mmm - toasty toes!

Sandles.

Sandles are OK - on the beach,

mmm - warm sand between your toes!

...shorts, long socks, and sandles?

At the same time?

No!!

(fashion faux-pas!)

Waiting Room

Waiting room.

Six people awaiting their turn,

three on mobile phones

three not.

I wonder what the other two not on their phones are thinking?

Visitors (Noise and People and Mess and Things)

Visitors.

A house full of noise and people and mess and things.

Dirty plates left

washing up not attempted 

somebody elses toothbrushes in the pot in the bathroom cabinet

coats hanging in the hallway that wouldn't normally be there

extra pairs of shoes blocking the front door 

over night bags dumped

an extra dog running around

more chairs than normal arranged on the lawn

cushions spread out in the sun

abandoned wine glasses 

and empty bottles left from the night before.

A house full of noise and people and mess and things

is the home which we've created

and the noise and the people and the mess and things are our family

with the love 

and the understanding 

and the being comfortable 

with us as we are 

is what being family is

...for this is our family 

and this house would mean nothing without them.

(haiku)

All the same people -

doing the same things - all at 

the same time - Sunday