At the end of a hard day, an easy-chair
and a cold beer –
a letter from a long-forgotten friend.
A cake I’ve freshly-baked that doesn’t sag
in the middle.
A parking place at Tesco by the entrance,
that's not labelled, ‘Disabled’.
A bird I haven’t seen before
that chooses my garden
to fly into.
My cat sleeping soundly by the fire -
the cosy sound of rain on the window.
The whistle of a train, way in the distance
and being glad I haven’t anywhere to be.
The feeling of my youngest,
nuzzling at my breast.
Walking on the heath, flying his kite
and remembering
how it felt to be a child. Wanting
everything in sight and more.
Not understanding
why I couldn’t do this and do that.
Happy as a sand-boy
until my mother reigned me in.
After all, a kite can only fly,
if we hold on tight to its string.
Comments
pumadelta | November 16, 2008 - 07:40
i like the ending of this poem as the imagery of flying with restraint is reasuring.
Bradene | November 16, 2008 - 12:09
Very good Tina although i'm not to sure I'd agree about the disabled bit :)Loved the ending. Val x
Silver Spun Sand | November 16, 2008 - 15:58
Thank you for reading, puma. Glad you go something positive from it.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | November 16, 2008 - 16:02
Hi there Val. Don't get me wrong. Disabled bays, very necessary, of course. It's just that sometimes I'm green with envy when I have to park miles away from where I want to be. Human nature to dream, I guess:-)
Thanks for reading, and glad you enjoyed it.
Tina xx
skinner_jennifer | September 12, 2011 - 12:26
Dear Tina,
I just had to come to reading this beautiful poem,
for it's the simple things in life that make us
happy and I think you portray it so well in this
read.
Thankyou for sharing.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | September 12, 2011 - 12:44
Gosh, Jenny...another one I had completely forgotten. You're quite a star, you know;-)
And yes, it is the simple things that are the most important where the stakes of happiness are concerned.
Many, many thanks;-) And now it's back to my hoovering.
Tina