I have now understood,
The meaning of the songs
she crooned to me.
The mumble jumble words,
the touch of her wrinkled hands
on my young cheeks.
Filling me with reassurance,
I know their meanings now.
They were the memories
which she had inherited
from her mother,
along with her blood,
And she from hers.
I see her eyes in my mirror,
And her smile
Smiles back at me
Like a blessing.
A shared treasury
of memories, and shared bloodPassed on faithfully.
Who do I pass it on to?
With rocks, you never can tell.
Solid and unobtrusive,
a brooding, hulking presence,
over the horizon.
yet a cold rock may
Hide within itself,
a fire.
On eruption it consumes
All in it’s wake,
leaving behind
devastation and
burnt land.
With rocks, you never can tell.
Sometimes, an angel hides
inside a rock,
Waiting for
a sculptor's probing gaze
to release
his trapped soul.
With rocks, you never can tell.
I really don’t fancy you at all
I adore guys, hunky, rich and tall
But what can I do,
I am stuck with you,
You are ‘The bird in hand’ after all.
........................................
An earthworm found
next to him a pretty face
He exclaimed,
“I am smitten, I must confess
Can I make you mine?
Will you be my valentine?”
She thundered- "IDIOT!
I am your other end!”
Summer showers
Carry your fragrance.
I fill my lungs
With your memories.
I have erased you
from my mind
But bodies have
memories too.
