She sat there
on the gate
at the back

the black skirt
raised slightly
showing knees

her white blouse
unbuttoned
at the top

a warm sun
on her head
of neat hair

she waited
for Benny
balancing

herself there
next door's mutt
barked at her

go away
she bellowed
Benny came

shooed the mutt
o it's you
why're you here?

fine welcome
Lizbeth said
all this way

to see you
didn't know
you'd be here

he told her
she climbed down
from the gate

and stood there
her small *******
pushing out

on the cloth
of her blouse
well I'm here

aren't you pleased?
she asked him
course I am

just surprised
that you're here
where to go

that's the thing
where we can
be alone

and do things
do what things?
he asked her

you know what
don't pretend
you don't know

she replied
the sun shone
on her head

and shoulders
reflected
in her eyes

(yes he knew
what she meant
but he said)

I don't know
what you mean
Benny lied.

It is with a heavy heart, but
I'm afraid that I will have to
Go off site for a while.

Some of you may have noted
That I have not been reading
As much as I did previously.
It's not that I don't want to.

I can't.



My father is becoming
More and more absent minded.
I have to keep an eagle eye on him.
He is 89 years old...
90 on February 27th.
So he's entitled.

My mom is not in the best of health.

I live with them. It is my
Duty as a daughter to give
Them care.

I hate the western philosophy of
Putting their elders in homes.
My parents can't afford
"Assisted living".
Therefore us kids need to
Step up to the plate.

Please know that you are all
Agape LOVED.  And respected.

I will continue to read when I can.
I'll do my best. I'll be there to
Give you my ♥.
I will post on occasion.
But this is something that I must do.

Thanks.

Unconditional love to you all,
Catherine

In the conservatory with the windows open wide I can still smell your pipe smoke.
I walk past and feel your oilskins' brush my hand.
I found some snippets of jet black hair left in my jewellery tray.
Your crash helmet  sits on the hallway table.
I swear it wasn't there yesterday.
A visiting spirit playing games with my memory.
I'm  guessing that's all it  can be.
Or maybe I haven't accepted you're gone.
Love lingering too long.
(C) LIVVI

Because it would take two dictionaries to tell my story

Little Miss Nobody sat on her own.
No-one to talk too.
The skeleton's in her closet are itching to get out.
A complex web of intricate delicacies, she's very hard to breach.
Impossible to reach.
Uncontrollable and wild.

Treat her mean, keep her keen, that's what they say.
They always treat her mean.
She treats them mean back.
Still she lacks an honest man who can work her out, decipher her, dissect her mentally and physically.
She's had enough of being free .
(C) LIVVI