I wish you well

Time has flown away my love 

Distance; too; a physical barrier 

No way to talk to share or feel

Anything but peaceful you see 

These days have disappeared 

Much to my own sorrow 

My brow seems to simply furrow 

I only want to wish you well

Raise up yourself; out of your own hell

Only you can search your soul 

Find that barrier itself; begin to fall

Deep inside you will see that seed 

Allow it to grow within; with pride 

Let your heart be your own guide 

Find that peace you seek within

It’s there; waiting to begin 

Lost sense of smell

It’s sad but true 

I’m telling you 

My sense of smell

Oh what the hell

It’s gone; deceased

Been released 

Been gone a while 

Actually I smile 

Couldn’t smell those nappies

The smelliest ones 

Of my grandchildren 

Maybe it’s a good thing?

Forget that…No

I’d love to smell roses

Bouquets and posies

Wish I could tell if my scent 

Is alright; guess I’ve learnt 

To ask another 

To lend me their ears?

Not their ears but their nose

I’d say “smell this for me” 

Please help me to see…

Help me to taste too

That’s different as well 

Oh what the hell

I have to overcompensate 

More chilli, more spice 

More flavours to splice 

Into meals: into everything 

I have to add this bling 

Oh sometimes it’s too much

That cayenne’s lost its punch 

Too late once it’s added 

Guess my brain is addled

I can blame the aenemia

The hepatitis A too 

To these I say “boo”

Give me back my senses 

Make some recompenses 

But it ok truly it is 

I’m alive; happy not blue 

Her poor babies

She’s lost the plot 

Her love; for them; forgotten 

She’s not acting loving 

Uncaring; unaware; heart empty there

Her drugged-out stare 

Is all they see 

Oh God; when will she see

What she has done 

To them; her babies 

As she satisfies her own dersires 

Seeking out her lover’s fires

But extinguishing their faith in her