Near you
is being sat under butterfly blue skies;
a world resplendent with confident soaring,
not seeming
to flutter by.

Near you
is being sat under butterfly blue skies;
a world resplendent with confident soaring,
not seeming
to flutter by.

Near you
is being sat under butterfly blue skies;
a world resplendent with confident soaring,
not seeming
to flutter by.

Every time we part
I try not to miss you
and
the splendid fanfare in my head;
I simply smile, eat
and go to bed
with stomach whirling with what I can't quite put my finger on:
you
and your
winged aplomb.

Some people have kindness in everything they do,
a helping hand that listens well
then reacts with easy care,
spreading love
everywhere.
They never cease to offer a warm hug
and try to make things better with their wondrous galloping strive,
distances reduced in seconds;
some people have sunshine in all they do,
some people Mum,
just like you.

I might not see you tonight,
things can come up
and if they do, that’s fine
there are other sweet ways for me to spend my time;
I could read a book and then watch television,
catch up on my shows with concise precision,
make a lavish meal and then chow down at leisure,
put some music on and dance with pleasure,
have a long shower and then go for a walk,
meet friends and hear them talk;
these are just a few of the other things I could do tonight,
but if I see you?
Oh what a delight!

When I miss someone a bit
I have the tendency to feel
a tad sad,
far from a toppling grief
adding a pall to all proceeding,
more nourished roots
missing the time of seeding;
every hop and skip
is still done
with swift
and sprightly,
every bus on time,
even the ones that run nightly;
but when the sun was full today it shone a little less brightly.