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Colours of the seasons
My colour was autumn in a fading colour kind of way as I scrambled for more time as time slipped away then my colour was winter cold bleak and grey the shortening of daylight gave more night than day when my colour was spring and more light filled the air I felt for a green time my happiness was there but my colour became summer coming in bright yellow hues til the landscapes went dry sun extracted summer dues now my colour is a rainbow arching over seasons casting no shadow coloured joy without reason
Good Things Only #13
Oh happy day, coming out of lockdown to gather for the first time with three generations of our newly extended immediate family. Seeing the fatigued but over the moon parents adoring and learning every minute something new about their days old daughter. Witnessing the unbridled happiness of the new Grandma and Aunties as they emotionally engage with our immaculate new cherub.
We all hold her and smile at her and laugh at how fresh and sometimes awkward and beautiful we are with this tiny new presence amongst us as we make funny faces and soft cooing and baby talk noises and hold her out and hold her in looking her up looking her down oohing and aahing with blissful amazement.
And she takes it all on her own terms dozing, occasionally peering into our faces (we like to think), practicing various facial expressions for future reference, gracing us with something we like to call a smile, mouthing for the breast when she is ready and crying if delivery isn’t fast enough.
Seeing our children with a grandchild, their mother and their partners happily together after what feels like an age apart, talking, smiling, laughing, just loving each other all over again. I smile on the outside, smile on the inside, my very pores turn into micro smiles.
The Gift
They met before the air, when the air was to be sky
An aged lifetime dreamer met a genuinely considerate guy
Who met an elderly woman, with a strong desire to fly
He gave up first class to her, she gave a pleased and grateful sigh
Violet, eighty-eight, could afford an economy ticket
Jack had first class for his whole family to wing it
Both were going London to New York in early December
She with no flight priors, this special first to remember
He knew this from chatting to her in the airport lounge
This was her first overseas flight, to her daughter bound
She told of her grief at the family departure and long absence
And her last chance to see their new American residence
Jack told his wife of Violet’s anticipation, joy and excitement
He wanted to add more to what this flight already meant
He gave up his seat berthed next to his own family
That she could travel verily to her family comfortably
And the stewards said it felt lovely, it was the sweetest thing
To take her photo up front while in first class she winged
An image for her daughter to see, who may not have believed
And for Jack as a memento of the pleasure given and received
For it wasn’t just the ticket, the seat or the price
It was the face of human kindness that was so wonderfully nice
Everyone who observed was touched by his gesture
Everyone was reminded what in a person should be measured
Seeking out what is good is the measure to be treasured
Good on you Jack
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