The bed you lie in
Determines your sleep

I was walking along watching only the sky,
When I saw something out of the corner of my eye,
It was floating and dancing with a mind of its own,
And I wanted to catch it, and bring it on home,

It was whiter than snow and was fluffed like a cloud,
"Oh, look at that" I found myself saying, out loud,
I was told as a child, should we see such a thing,
It's our angels, sending a clip from their wings,

A reminder I'm told, Of our loved ones who've passed,
such a feeling it gave me, it was quite unsurpassed,
For to catch such a thing and to hold it with me,
Filled my heart with a glow, and my sorrows set free,

If you see a white feather, try to catch it and run,
Bring it home in your pocket, show it to everyone,
Tell them what it might mean, spread the love and the joy,
I hope mine was my mother, saying "hello, and enjoy"......

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 06/05/2019

There you are,
You pile of steaming hot crap,
I knew you were watching me,
And so I was on the lookout,

Why do you always turn up,
At the most inopportune time?,
Can't you see I'm busy?,
Can't you see I'm content?,

you sneak around leaving black sludge,
Shovelling despair and anguish into my bag,
Making it heavier as the minutes drift,
So heavy, I can't carry it much further,

I see you,I saw you and yet,
There's sweet FA I can do about it,
Other than crouch down and endure the deluge,
So bring it, let's have it,

Because, when you're done,
I may be broken, but alive,
I will be on my knees to be sure but,
I will always get up.. Always......

(C) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 06/05/2019