i have a friend called gill she likes to work with wood
use her wood work skilll  she is very good
her favourite thing is planters colorful and bright
adds colour to the garden bringing such delight

she even made a train as a christmas gift
especially for me it gave my heart a lift
i will put it my garden for everyone to see
each day i will remember who made the train for me

a very special friend with a lovely family
best friend in the world there could ever be
thankyou for being there something i wont forget
best friend in the world im so glad that i met
.

Lost:
Her
   Wedding Ring
         in the ashes
  of a fire
  Home burned
            to the ground

       Firemen dig
        Where the bathroom
           used to be
Now 2 storeys deep
      in charred rubble
           for the drawer
          where the ring
was last secured
~~~~
  
        Somewhere in a different
   state
   Another wife was
   praying that
          all who lost
           their homes to fire
              might find some
       family treasure
                           in the ashes to hold onto
     ~~~~

        Something  sparkles dimly
    as the ashes are removed
    Is it the wedding ring?
      It is.
          Black and crusted, yes it is
    Still round and every stone in place
   Such joy and celebration in
the midst of tragedy                                ~~~~

Miracle:
            
    A prayer has been answered
        for a Christian
       in Nevada
             And a treasure been
    delivered
   to
         a loving wife
       in California
              who may have lost her family home
    but now has faith in miracles.
ljm

THE DESTRUCTION OF SUMMER

her father
takes her
up the hill

and even though
he walks slow
she has to run to

catch up
and soon
they arrive

gaze over
where they have
come from

the red barn
tiny as a toy
but still itself

the stream
flowing nearby
a clump of trees

a road meanders
running to somewhere
or other

and there barely
the lady scarecrow
dressed in pink

almost only
imagined
but there nonetheless

now as winter
draws in
the summer hidden under snow

he leaves
by her sleeping
the summer she saw

a perfect replica
of the time
gone

even down
to the lady scarecrow
dressed in pink

and so it remains
for years
after he is gone

until her dog
excited by her return
jumps up and

summer tumbles
to destruction
scatters over the floor

she tries not to
scold the dog
cries silently

still feels
her father's hand
in hers

I found out a long time ago
The woman you want
you can't have
Now that I'm older
the women who were Killers
are now just fillers
that I don't want .

The rich narcissistic aunt visited today . Dominated the conversation so no one could speak . Ate up all the candy she brought over and then stood up to leave . Then she noticed me hiding behind the chair and in a demanding tone she asked me "What are you going to grow up to be boy ?"
I emerged from behind the chair and said ,

"Disappointed !"

....but time
   has no home:
   to exist
  it must roam

  yet omnipotent
on its very own

   most feared
    by so many
    especially
    when they're alone

   being homeless
  and to none belonged
  it can be irksome:
  its uninvited presence
  is often carelessly thrown

  but
when the world is asleep
it feels a deep sense of loss
in being totally forgotten