Loving with a love that has left behind
all thoughts of whether the packaging
is crumpled and faded.
Living on life’s see-saw, still smiling
when it jolts to the ground hard, not only
when you’re lifted to the sky.
Still finding a smile when your child
has woken every night for three years.
Pretending that the burnt round the edges
soggy in the middle meal, made
by a loved one, is nectar.
The open mind and heart of one
In the comfort in their own skin
accepting of who they are,
right here and now.
Loving kindness, that smile again,
when it meets the eyes of a soul
who rarely speaks to another,
never mind smiling together.
as someone who keeps insisting she doesn’t ‘do’ poetry …. you writ a mean poem!! x
You are SO kind to a poor unpoetic scribbler who only does poems when she can’t write to length on something!
Love this Gilly…well done!!
You’re a sweetheart thank you! x