May you rest in peace
This world has lost a good man
a kind, true gentleman.
A man who was proud of who he was
and what he had achieved.
There are no words to portray the
sadness that we all feel
May a million silver butterflies
guide your way to eternal peace.
May just one silver butterfly stay
by your side forever an a day.
We bow our heads in sadness Richard
for you will be forever missed.
If I see a silver butterfly,I will call your
name, tears will well in my eye but there will be a
smile -Richard Riddle RIP.

That day you left my heart sank
My blood failed to rush through veins
Even thinking about it my mind goes blank
my eyes flood with tears and energy drains.
You are so badly missed, I could cry
I do and I am, I live in a pool of tears
I know you have a new life to give a try
but it seems I wont see you for years.
The time you promise always gets put back
days go to weeks, then of course months, days
seemed a much better option, its months I cant hack
but then other times were hard, Christmas holidays.
Just want to see you face, hold you hand, things
that mother's usually do. Cook for you and make tea
do things mothers do and all the love it brings
hear my heart ache, listen to my prayer and hear my plea.

Smooth, silky and seductive
The pleasure was all mine.
Chocolate melting in the back of my throat
Dripping like the sands of time.

A new day is dawning
the sun outstretches to the sky
a promise of a lovely morning
the hours will drift by.
The blossoms scatter beneath trees
like confetti on a grateful path way
pedestrians are easy to please
another memory on a beautiful day
squirrels have left their usual trails
playing hide and seek among the pink
petals decorate the red in their tails
its not hard what the passers by think.
they are thinking lovely things
because that is what you do
that is what the morning brings
is that what the squirrels think too?
do they worry about putting food on the table
whether or not the market will crash today
will it rain? can I work? whether you are able.
what will I wear? have I money? what to say?
Problems, problems, challenges, and the like
will the traffic be a nightmare, which way to go
is it worth walking or shall I take the bike?
the melting *** has so many things in which to throw.
The squirrels are busy hiding their food for another time
They have their life sorted in a way
not bothering about problems, money or crime
to them it is just another beautiful day.

"Not called at a bad time have I"
The clock announced half past four
"You are looking grand Annie"
Said the old sop leaning on the door.

"Let go of this and I'll fall" he said
She considered a gentle push
"Keeping me upright this is"
She now wished she'd got a brush.

"Looking great for your age you old trout"
she seethed inside and didn't reply
"how about me and you ,together"
her reply - not a chance I can get by.

"You and me are a team
fetching and carrying my special tea
You never know your luck
I could get down on one knee"

Perish the thought she held the thought
Is this all I have now- is this all that's left
she visualised scraping the barrel
she could get less stress for theft.

She thought her 90 years had served her well
Maybe if her teeth were her very own
She put her hands around her girth
maybe she could lose a few stone.

She wanted a younger man
Not a wrinkled and smelly drunk
Whose hair had disappeared and
his whole person had shrunk.

Maybe one day I will get my catch
Annie would perhaps be happier than this
She rolled her hairnet over the sponge curlers
and the drunk had planted on her a big kiss.

She had red hair
like the glowing embers of a fire
Skin like soft peaches in June
I had no care or desire
to ever burst her bubble or balloon.
She was quiet
like a whisper in the dark
she was a colourful rainbow on a rainy day
she was perfect that is a I can say
she s my grandmother
she is my rainbow on my darkest day.

I stroll along a familiar path
that leads to nowhere
but it is somewhere to me
but then is life fair.
This path leads me straight
so that no deviation is necessary
as straight as a dogs leg
but then I am not fussy.
we pass hills too steep to climb
streams -too cold to face
clover, daisies and chalk we pass
now we have to pick up the pace.
The daisies remind me of you
pure yet straight laced
the clover makes me blush
are we tied to the same brush?
The wind sweeps the land
cleaning it of unwanted leaves
deep down it needs a good clean
the universe believes.
Dumping ******* on the earth
sweeps the mind of guilty men
this walk,I believe will eventually
happen once again.