sleep

I’m Brigette Jones again
staring at my loved one
while they sleep:
my daughter, still fresh
into this world. 

A little caress,
a gentle stroke
on her blooming cheek
won’t harm
won’t wake.
Risky though. 

I might disturb
the innocent calm.
Can’t resist
the softness
of her tender skin.
The need
to be connected.
Inspired by: resting baby 

actually

Actually
you intrigue me now
even more dear husband.
Now he has come from you. 

From your slightly scruffy beard
and slightly too long hair
ruffled brow
and middle aged tum. 

Actually
I love you more dear husband
when I think of our wonderful son.
The qualities that you gave
and now encourage.
Those parts, that perhaps
time has unfairly faded in you. 

Another chance, another chance
has been given.
A way back to yourself again.
A true you
unburdened by time. 


inspired by snoozing husband and son

only love today 

Taking a deep breath.
A second to close my eyes
to frantically search deep inside
for that last elusive sliver of calm
that appears to have got lost
along the way.
Not now.
I need you now.
Stop moving, escaping
floating away on
emotions tide.
I need you now. 

Eyes open.
Words come.
I hoping from my good place.
From the tranquil pool
cool breeze
and sun drenched land
of imagined patience.
Only love today. 

inspired by: toddler time!