Threestrandedcord poetry pieces

by Paula Stubbs
2nd June 2014

Here's to you

I know right now what you're up to...

A game of footie...

No worries about how you'll run about,

Because you'll be all over that pitch,

Scoring goals, passing here, shooting there.

And here, there are so many sad, broken hearts,

Missing you, missing your smile, your laughter,

Wishing you were still here,

Looking at an empty chair,

Longing to hold your hand again...

I am so thankful for the time I knew you.

Thankful for the smiles,

The brightness that you brought with you, wherever you went.

Thankful for your cheekiness,

Your love, your determination.

The game may have finished here, on earth

But it's extra time now in Heaven...

Tears

Tears that fall in silence,

Reminding me of you.

My heart beats quickly

As I sense your touch

Paint upon paper,

With colour, life,

Weaving a myriad of beauty.

The ache that fills me with

A desperate longing to have you with me.

The smell that was yours is still here.

I hold the picture to myself,

Closing my eyes,

Letting more tears gather.

I am so blessed to have these memories,

Knowing that it was your hand

That moved, deft and swift.

But you were gone too soon,

Without a chance of goodbye,

Yet, you are always with me,

And I will always love you.

My Dear

You left me all alone

Standing underneath the tree.

Waiting for you

But never to return.

And I have lost my way

My feet don’t know where or when

They are going.

There’s no place for me here,

My dear.

No place for me, my dear.

Certainly I stray

For I am all alone

Waiting for you

Will you ever return?

And I have lost my way

My feet don’t know where or when

They are going.

There’s no place for me here, my dear.

No place for me, my dear.

With fragile eyes

And a fragile heart.

My face is washed with tears.

No way of knowing where I will be going.

Certainly I stray

For I am all alone

Waiting for you

Will you ever return?

And I have lost my way

My feet don’t know where or when

They are going.

There’s no place for me here,

My dear.

No place for me, my dear.

Change

For everything, there is an answer,

Although we don't always see it, or understand it.

If we knew all the answers, how would we change?

Would we change if we had all the answers?

Change is necessary, but some don't like it;

Change can freak you out, make you gasp for breath,

Like when you're underwater.

So why bother to change at all?

Some people are content never to change,

Never to see how different life would look on the other side of the mirror.

Wonder- yes. Change- no.

Why change when everything is fine?

But why not?

Why always be the same?

Don't live on regrets, on "maybe", or "if only"

Take that step.

If it's only small...

One small step can make all the difference...

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