Cooking with mum

Today we did the cooking 
Today we shared our time
Cooking all our favourites
From a very long time
Recipes mum used to cook
We made them this day
Enjoying the joy and laughter
Like we did in long ago days
We mixed up the noodles
Home made "nokedli"; I say
I made them small and neat
Just like mum did; and how
Cooked Chicken Paprikas too
Thickened with creamy rantas" 
Ah it tasted so very good; yes
Mum's special Hungarian food...

Weeping for mum

Weeping willow
Beside; the river flows
Sunset pinkening 
New Sabbath glows
Blessed arrival
A new day is come
As we worship
The Father; the son
Holy Spirit welcoming
Close unto me
Angels gather; I know
Bringing comfort
As my tears flow

Allow a friend inside

Take up your burdens
Talk a little while
Open up your gate
Allow a friend inside

Pretty pink roses

Pretty pink roses
Scented so sweet
Ah my sweet darling 
Wish we could meet
Distance between us
More than just miles
Dear heavenly Father
I miss their sweet smiles

Two guests

We baked a chocolate cake 

My gorgeous daughter and I
For your birthday; today mum
You would have been 79
My dearest, darling mother; mine
We celebrate though you're not here
For we all miss you, it's very clear
Really, really wish you were here...
Shelley blew out her candles
They were like a funeral pyre
Great flaming, smoking conflagration
Thought they'd explode; go haywire
They reignited two times
Though she blew them out
Made me think about another time
Remembered what a friend had said
Quite a few years ago
About some guests; departed
Those we couldn't see
Enjoying the celebrations
Just like they used to be
So mum was there beside us
And her darling daddy Tim too
Enjoying our celebrations
In their honour; dear ones
We miss and love you...

I have to say I love you in a poem

You're far away from me 

But not in my heart 

Though we've argued

Still I must start 

To tell you 

"I love you"

Where do I start?

For weeks; the pain ruled

For months; it hurt 

But now I realise 

After all I vow 

Woke up; feeling different 

Something has changed 

The fog has lifted 

The rain has gone 

Something's shifted 

But I cannot phone 

We're still not talking 

Communication's down 

So I have to say 

"I love you" 

In this poem

Legs of lead

Legs of lead 

Heavy; slow 

Yesterday 

I climbed up high 

Over hill and dale 

I soared 

Today 

I struggled 

Found it hard to go

But still I wandered

Between river and sea 

No heavy legs 

Are stopping me 

I was dreaming

I held you close 

Within my loving arms 

Saw your face 

And all your charms 

Looked into your eyes

Your face so clear 

But then I was angry 

I saw your fear 

Ah the pain as I

Pushed you away 

Oh how you hurt me 

What can I say?

I was dreaming 

You were not there 

Yes I was dreaming 

Life isn't fair!

Between the river and the sea

Walked amid the sand dunes
Between the river and the sea
Though not really sandy
They are beautiful to me

Covered by plants; vines; grasses
There is a peace; serenity
As fresh sea breezes blow
Here once lived the Ngarrindjeri

As I walk amid the sand dunes
I feel them; standing still; free
Old souls; men; women; children
I say 'bulla'; wave; they welcome me

As winter comes

My hands are shaking 
My heart is cold
So much turmoil
As my life unfolds
I need your warmth
As a new winter comes
Please, my darling 
Let me in your arms enfold...

29th May 2017

Letter to Santiago

I love you my precious grandson
I miss you more than I can say
No matter how far you wander
It will always be this way...
No matter what your mother 
Says that I have done...
I miss you my darling grandson
I miss your cuddles...
Miss your smiles...
Miss your puzzling cyphers...
Miss your fun...
I miss your intelligence
I miss those games we made
The puzzles we did together
Yes; I miss your laughter 
All the while...
I cannot forget your tears
As we held each other close
That night...
As we had to say our goodbyes
Ah my darling grandson
Ah my darling boy
I know we will not see each other
Maybe for many, many years...
20th May 2017

Olive branches

Listened to Jim Croce's words
The best of all his many songs
Talk of love/hate relationships
Ah, Life's truth is hard to take
His words touched my very soul
As I contemplate this; my life
"Your olive branches
Turn to spears
As your flowers
Turn to guns..."

You proffer olive branches
As you choose your words; I see
Each day I wonder; yes I wonder
What exactly; you will say
One day is sweetness; love
The next; anger wins the day
Yes; your olive branches 
Turn to spears...
I do not understand
fFom whence you come
I cannot believe
These awful words I hear...

Sweet and sour

Picked a few blackberries
Just the other day
Got stabbed by thorns
As I went along my way
Enjoyed a little bit of peace
Amid a very stormy time
Focused on the job ahead
Breathed; wasted some time
Thought about my life
Thought about my mum
So many difficulties I've overcome
But hey; I'm doing fine
My life has changed
I is no longer the same
But through this turbulence
I have come to see the flame
There is a glow; I feel
Coming from deep within
Through all my struggles
I know that I can win...
Though I have fallen
Though I have slipped anon
Now I am climbing upwards
I am finding my voice
Saying my piece
No longer will I feel dis-ease
No longer will I cringe
For; a strength; is growing 
Right here; no longer numb
I am woman; hear me roar
Finally; I am living free
There is no stopping me...

Too much plastic

There's way too much plastic
That we "have" to carry around
Plastic cards for this 
Plastic cards for that
Rewards for buying everything 
Bonus points if you purchase now!
Extra points if you toe the line
Yet, think about the tricks of the trade
5% hardly makes the grade...
Buy, buy, buy! Come look at this
That's the way the whole world works
Coma and get your extra perks
Beware the fine print
Read between the lines
Is the little that you get?
Worth those extra miles?
I'm sick of all these plastic cards!
Sick of all the hype
Sick of being assaulted
Left and right...
Buy one; get one free
Spend your dollars here
Each and every single day...
Yes; every single day of the year
Our senses are bombarded
We are pushed and pulled anon
Confusion is the way of things...
So...I have taken my revenge
Cut up all these cards; thrown them out
I refuse to be thus controlled
I refuse to play marketing games
I am not your puppet; not your slave...

A cup of gold

A special memory of my mum
This cup of gold; her tea cup
Pyrex; fire king; this simple thing 
She said; her tea tasted better
It's true; I'm telling you...
Why does it really matter?
How could any cup make it so?
Do we actually know?
Well, I believe it to be so...
There's something to be said
For fine china; for tea from Asia Minor
Ah! The taste of black lemon tea...
That's how my mum loved her tea
That's enough for me...