My head is so heavy.
Face haggard and aged.
Each crease telling a true tale of smiles and cries.
Salty teared eroded skin.
Kissed by the sun and by the beauty.
Thick storm cloud coloured tressles cover its top. Complete with a unique doubled crowned style of it's own.
White and grey now bless the chin of a once brown beard. Turbulent times have etched into it the disheveled but distinguished appearance.

Tender oversized hugs made of never ending love.
        
A broad smile bought belly laughs time and time again.
                                                  
Aching cheeks from a dose of over indulged happiness.

Always larger than life.
                        Life and soul.
                                     Our life and soul.

Deep set wrinkles from a lifetime of worry.

Never stopping to rest.

Fussing here pampering there.

Your selflessness and determintion to     enjoy life knew no bounds.

     You enjoyed the next generation of            
          the family as much as the last.

      No longer disabled and heaven                      
     rejoices at the return of an angel.

           The last of your generation.
      Reunited with long lost relatives.

We feel your love Nan
       We always have.
              We always will.

Till we meet again....

Good night
                    and
                            God Bless.
                                    X

I never fell for you.
I jumped!
I wore springy shoes.
That night we ******!

I wanted more.
You gave a smile.
It got serious.
You ran a mile!

Another lost love.
A memory lingers.
The thing I miss most...
Your healing fingers!

Bumper to bumper.
Stormy rain.
Strong gusts of wind.
Bridge closed again.
Anti clock wise delays.
Bored of radio.
Stuck in the traffic.
Light blinks...
                      Fuel low....
                                           Oh no!

Doll like features
Playing with garden creatures.
You smile, I smile.
Follow me!
Mini shadow.

Faces in the crowd
among which I am one
each heart silently bears its joys and sorrows
the business of living is never done

as we have to wake up everyday
with the never-failing rising sun
(even the weakest, frailest and most sickly)
though the day's prospects are grim and life isn't fun.

Holding on, clinging on
dangling in the limbo
of survival and existence
what the future holds none really does know.

Faces in the crowd
passing and fading images--I know no one-
yet I feel their pulses as I, mine--- murmurs
of existential* angst---until life's sad drama is done.