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This day, so long,
until I remembered
years had passed.
If there's no I
in Team
and no I
in Me
where
do I
fit in.
mementos
richly held
hidden in
fractured chest

big people
shifting boxes
heavy
light

silenced
a child's fissure
clasping favourite shell
close

swift salvage
in tight world
rescue from
gaping hole




#family #disruption #moving #treasures #mementos #lost #ignored
For a very young child, moving house can be incredibly bewildering, disruptive, even traumatizing, especially when moving countries tends to mean belongings need to be severely curtailed.  Few remember their own childhood attachments, closely held treasures, even if perceived by harried adults as inconsequential as a bag of broken seashells.  Would a little more listening and empathic explanation with kindness ease things well at such transition times
Love is wonderful
And unforgiving.
Seemingly hard to find
But for me, too easily given.
Mine is the mind that always fights against time and when in two minds about it, (one which would doubt it) the other one gives me the strength to carry on the fight.

A day might come and I might give in,
leave the living, but I can't imagine that
happening soon.

Difficult.

even when standing my ground the
hands on the clock seem to race faster
around the dial
and though that ****** me off
no end
I smile because time's really a friend
and I am in need of one,
time is ideal as one
and I am as one with it.
And she looked in the mirror
And whispered
"I don't know you"
Can you feel the romance of a Friday?
if so
go out and dance to the music,

my heart thumps to your beat,
let's meet up later,
take a trip to the theatre.

forward thinking,

no drinking,
best behaviour.

she saves me from myself.

At midnight when I'm feeling light headed
she still switches me on.
it's half past four in the morning, what did you expect, Cornflakes?
If it's not about me
then who?
you?
ah
yes
you
who makes the light
you
who makes it might be

she
shakes her head
I
follow her eyes

love is a mask
just a disguise
we hide
behind.
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